(The pic above was posted in late March. This post was originally written on April 1st, more content was added since that date.) For the first time in a while, I'm truly alone. No husband. No boyfriend. No special friend. No boo thang. No nothing. It's an exhilarating and depressing feeling all in one. Exhilarating because there's a lingering thought that if the man of my dreams comes at this moment, I am truly unattached. He could come right in, rescue me, and we go off into

I'm becoming more jaded about dating, and I realize maybe that's where I should've started….but I’ve accepted that I care entirely too damn much to have started there. A major side effect to being a hopeful romantic. At times, I wish I could embody the carefree attitude I see people display. I wish I could be better, stronger. Like, how do you take it when someone you are willing to drop the other options for, isn’t willing to do the same for you? In a situation like that, I