That’s what I said when I finally decided to get married (and I’m glad John Mayer nicely expounded, through a song, on what I was thinking).
Alone, but never lonely, and you know what I mean. I lived alone in a condo, so could go out anytime I want. With a car, I could go wherever I want. It was almost paradise, and I didn’t complain that I had to work my butt off to support that lifestyle.
Then, one morning, I just got tired of being alone. I wanted someone to go home to every single night, someone to turn over all my salary. Kidding aside, I just grew tired of it all. I can’t explain why. It just happened. Maybe it’s one of life’s countless mysteries, just like how women love shopping, shoes and bags.
That realization solved a dilemma, or something like that, which I was exploring way before. Which comes first? Meeting the right person then deciding to marry that person, or, the other way around, deciding to get married then meeting the right person.
Anyway, after saying “I do”, you find yourself constantly adjusting to a strange world where someone is bound to mess with the remote control. The good thing is, it’s actually possible to coexist with that beautiful creature from Venus. You learn to tackle life as a team. The sad part is when your life partner graduates ahead. After years of spending breakfast together, after countless fights and reconciliations, after all the laughters and happy moments, after all the hardships and problems that cruel life throws at you, together, you find yourself alone. Again.
