Loving aloneness, without it being in retaliation to disappointment and betrayal, is special and peaceful.

I want that again.

That poetic passionate love of solitude untainted by what others have done.

Love that exceeds Bukowski contempt.

Love that is silent in thoughts but overflowing in my heart.

I want that freedom in love, in my aloneness.

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Yourwildestdreams · 51-55, M

In this state of aloneness, one can cultivate a sense of love and acceptance for themselves, flaws and all. It's a chance to practice self-compassion, forgive oneself for past mistakes, and work on becoming the best version of themselves. 😀