It's okay to be single.

I never thought those words would come out of my mouth, to be honest. I'm in love with the idea of love. I've been in love, and having so much love to give, and no one to give it to is hard, especially when it seems like everyone you're closest to is able to love unconditionally and you can't. But it's not the end of the world.

There's many different types of love, I've come to realize. Just because I can't be in love with loving someone, and I can't physically hold someone, I can still love.
I love my dog like my own child. The way I feel just happy whenever I see her almost makes up for the fact I haven't been able to love someone for exactly a year. I can't help but just lay down or sit down and play with her, or pick her up and pet her and let her give me puppy kisses. I honestly don't know what I would do if something were to happen to her. I worry about her when I think about her and I'm not home to be with her. And when she is around, she most likely occupies all my attention.
I love music. Writing it, singing it, playing it (badly), listening to it. It's one of the best feelings in the world when you sing a song full of personal meaning and have it sound beautiful. It not only sounds beautiful to the ear, but to the soul. I truly believe that music is connected to the soul, and that they can have meanings deeper than "Yesterday was Thursday. Today it is Friday. We, we so excited. Tomorrow is Saturday, and Sunday comes afterwards." There's songs out there like "Samson" by Regina Spektor, which when you first listen to the words, sound like the biblical story Samson and Delilah, when in fact, it's about her close friend/lover who had cancer and the pure love they had.
I love my friends. Though we can get on each others nerves, and though sometimes friends can drift apart, the love I have for my best friends are almost incomparable to my love for... well... Him. I don't talk about my past relationship often, and though I was very much in love, my love for my best friend would always kick that love's hiney.
I love my job. It's something that I'm good at. (Though, half the time, I get really annoyed, but that's okay.) And it's something I could end up being really successful in.
I love my Lord. I am eternally grateful for my Savior's sacrifice, and that is the strongest love that anyone could have for anyone or anything.

And last, but not least,
My love for writing. I never realized that writing was one of my talents until someone close to me mentioned it. I liked writing, but not for myself. I couldn't keep a real journal if I wanted. My blogposts are my pride and joy, and they're most written for others to read. To entertain others, and to give people a better way of understanding me and the madness I call my thoughts.
I never wanted to be a writer. I never thought I could be a writer. But now more than ever, I have grown to love writing enough for it to become a passion.

Why do I feel like I need a man in my life to love when I have all these unique and powerful loves in my life that I can put even more love into? I can put so much more effort into music, writing, and work!
I'm finally comfortable enough to where, even though I get frustrated some nights, I'm ultimately okay to be a single lady. It's not physically hurting me not being in a relationship. I'm not in pain. I'm alright.

Sure, I'm always going to have my eye on someone, but I don't need them in my life, because I have everything that I need.