This is what I am now. A dollar bill? A creepy, toothless, dead old man??!?!?! No, single. A state in which I have not been in a very very long time. I mean really single, not ohIjustbrokeupwiththisguyandI’mcrushingonthatoneandhewantstodatemebutwe’rewaitingalittlewhilebecauseIjustbroke up. No, legitimately single. I seriously have not been without a person since I was about fourteen. Who the fuck was I before I got attached to other people? How did I dance when I had no partner? (that was a metaphor, we all know I can’t dance). Who was Adrianne, not Adrianne & Insert Name Here. Aaron always said I could be the greatest writer if I didn’t have a boyfriend. This was because rather than writing my ideas down, I simply relayed my thoughts to him. I’m excited to be my own person. I’m thrilled at the prospect of exploring my life on my own, navigating the spaces that were two small to fit two people and I was too afraid to enter on my own.
