I’m single. And I know why I’m single.
I’m single because I’m different. I’m single
because I’m weird.
I’m single because I am one of the apples on the top of
the tree, and it’s easier to take the dirty ones that lay
on the floor.
I’m single because if you want a sandwich, you stand up
and make yourself the sandwich. I don’t remember filling
up an aplication to be your f.ucking maid.
I’m single because I don’t need your jacket, I
brought my own.
I’m single because no, thanks, but if I could eat all
that food by myself, I can also pay for it.
I’m single because I grew up with my parents loving each
other and trying to kill each other at the same time. I’m
single because I overthink. I’m single because I have my
priorities very well settled.
I’m single because I’m afraid of being happy. Rumor
has it that that feeling never lasts. I’m single because
I care more about sense of humor than looks.
I’m single because I like it when people use good
grammar.I’m single because people don’t use good
grammar anymore.
I’m single because I am not going to change to please
somebody that won’t move mountains for me if he had to.
I’m single because I push people away when they want to
be the closest.
I’m single because I’m not your average girl, and
people are afraid to try something new. I’m single
because I would rather be on a library for hours than in a club
for 5 minutes.
I’m single. And I know why I’m
single.
I’m single because I’m so damn complicated for
anyone to love.
But I won’t change a thing. Because I believe there is
somebody out there that’s still single for these same
reasons.
And we may or may not meet sometime. And we could be weird
together.And maybe we could fall in love. And we could find in
each other everything we did not know we were looking for. And
every morning we would look forward to another incredible
adventure together.
And we could say we are happy. Truly happy.
And maybe, just maybe, that feeling will last forever.