One

Somehow, it came up in a conversation that I would only love one person in my life. Just one. Whether it ends in a break-up or death. I don't want to love any more than that. It requires so much of oneself, and I already have enough difficult with opening up now. Love, the ultimate gift, offered to more than one person? I see love as too fragile for that, at least for me. Once it is broken, it's gone. If it survives, then why reconstruct it?

Maybe that's why I have so much difficulty. He doesn't feel quite the same way about love as I do, and that's why I have a hard time accepting some things.

And then there are the times when I would rather be alone than with anyone at all. I don't think he possesses this need so much as I do. He's always the more resilient one.