Just a nod on the heap. I went through my first twenty-some years of life without so much as going on a date. I had some of the awkward moments of crushing on people that didn't feel it back, had a couple that were the other way around, and have been "just friended" plenty.

Then, a couple years ago, I met someone with which I shared an unnaturally electric chemistry with. We had no boundaries, and seemed to have almost a psychic understanding of the other. And you know, it still didn't have a fairytale ending. We both knew the other well enough to know we'd never be able to live together and both had growing and experiencing to do, and so we left things as a close friendship.

Accepting that I may always be alone is a burden lifted, but had I totally written off the possibility, I may never have experienced that short moment, and I look forward to them again, should I be so lucky. In the mean time, I'm going to try and grow and understand myself and my needs, so I can seed my chances a little better in the future.