I don't think I ever made the time to look for a significant other. When I was in thrall to my moods, I was more interested in living the adventurous life. Traveling everywhere, seeing everything and just generally living life full steam ahead. I would invite people to share in those experiences, but inevitably they would stall and/or politely decline. Eventually, I just stopped asking and went it alone.

In retrospect, I'm positive I was going way too fast to maintain any kind of steady relationship at the time. Now that my mood is tempered to a degree, I feel like I'm back to basics. I'm learning how to date again after so much time ignoring it. And the loneliness stings.

That said, I still would love what I was seeking while manic: someone to share my life, adventures and experiences with, and vice versa. Someone for when we write out the respective stories of our lives, we made each other better.