Love will never be the same for me.

Ever since I had my son, love became something more than just a flutter or a longing. More than safety and intimacy. So much more than the heart pounding, head swimming hormone rush that will never be more important than the love I have for my son.

Even if I felt romantic love for someone I don't think I would trust it at this point. We're all screwed up, chasing a fairytale ending.

I don't think I want that.

A fairytale ending to me would be not hurting my son by getting to an advanced enough age I got dementia. To have him secure in a home he loves, with friends he can trust.

I don't want anything else out of life. I've done a lot and I wouldn't spend my days coddling a relationship with someone who doesn't even know what life feels like without a safety net underneath them all the time.

I'd rather do more exploring and more learning. I'd rather dig deeper into myself, into science, philosophy, the stars.

Most people want to talk about themselves and/or regurgitate something they saw on Facebook.

I like being free.

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