Realizing how happy I am these days, and also how my cares and worries have evolved, I can’t help but think back to the times when I was single and mired in desolation.

When you’re not ready for love, it doesn’t matter how obvious it is.

Realistically, it wasn’t necessarily love, or even lust, but potential, possibility. A spark.

But when your heart is closed, no manner of coaxing will bring you out of your shell. The fire will always sputter, flame out, fizzle, die.

Only time will tell. In some alternate timeline, I am still alone and resigned to my solitary fate.

Never say never.