Second Thoughts

I've convinced myself, for a long time now, that I'm perfectly happy being alone. I don't want to be the kind of person that needs a relationship to define myself.

But a fragment of a dream I had last night convinced me that I was wrong.

I think I've just become used to being alone. It's certainly something I needed for a while. To me, being around people feels like a performance. I go through the motions in order to make people think I'm a normal, functioning person, but I don't feel at ease until I'm by myself.

I had forgotten what it was like to feel comforted by the presence of another person. I didn't feel guarded and insecure like I always do.

The best I've felt in years, and it was two minutes while I was sleeping. Maybe it's time for some changes.