I am officially single.

Gone are the nights of worrying and wondering. Gone are the heartaches

and the episodes of slight depression brought on by trying to figure it

all out. Gone are the attempts on trying to understand why.

I am officially free.

I say goodbye to addictive intimacy, throat catching infactuation,

sickening love that is not heartfelt or appreciated. I say goodbye to

sharing with others, when I should have it all for myself.

I am officially in love with myself.

No more casuality. No more acceptance of anything less than the full

package, the entire deal. No more should I, or will I plan to settle.

That is officially for the birds...