The reason I’m single isn’t because some jerk broke my heart. It isn’t because I’m scared or even scarred in some way when it comes to relationship.
The reason I’m single is because I don’t need a reason to be single. That’s just the way I am.
I grew up watching the chick-flicks and reading Mills & Boons, where “Tall, dark, handsome” boys fall for “Beautiful, slender, awesome” girls. Ever since, whenever I’d see good looking boys, instead of crushing in on them, I used to virtually imagine stories for them where some drop-dead-gorgeous girls would be waiting to be swept off their feet.
By the 10th grade, I had created some hundreds of love stories to be forgotten in time. Now when I think of it, I’m so meant to be a single writer. AND am I getting started???