oh bother...

How did I become someone that one needs? Really? This is happening?

I don't know if it's because I've been alone (first by circumstance then by choice) for rather a long time, but, damn, I am not at all ready to be needed.

Maybe it's turning 40 or maybe I have reached the point where I value my independence more than romance, but I feel rather cornered into a thing I'm currently in with a man.

Don't get me wrong. He's a very nice man. He obviously cares. I do like him. I do care for him.

But to quote one of my favorite Monkees' song (yes, I am a Monkees fan - SHUT UP!).

"I wanna be free..."

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