Namely, the fact that I’ve been single for nearly a decade with not a boyfriend in sight.
A decade does seem like an unusually long time to find love.
I’m not complaining, mind you, just noticing that it does bother me a little.
Especially when I have friends who seem to leap from relationship to relationship with hardly a break in between.
I wonder, is there something wrong with me?
Am I somehow broken or damaged?
Imperfect in ways that make me unlovable?
Of course, it’s really not about me, is it?
It’s about serendipity.
The irony is that the older I get, the more suitable I become for a relationship yet the farther away it all seems to be.
I’ve never felt more alone, going through another cancer scare by myself with my family and friends for support.
Where’s my significant other?
But if the old adage is true, and good things come to those who wait, then every day brings me one step closer to complete happiness.
I’m not saying a romance is the end-all-be-all, just that I’m expecting a landslide of good karma to come round to me again at some point in the near future.
Eventually, the stars and planets will align and I’ll find what I’m missing, no?
And I can’t wait to banish the elephant from the room.