Often, at some point in a romantic relationship, we fool ourselves into believing that we "need" this other person. In some unnameable way, it feels as if some aspect of our very survival depends on this other, this person we have chosen to collide with.
Later, there comes a point, usually after heartbreak, when we realize that, in actuality, we do not "need" anyone other than ourselves. This realization cuts through your heart like a knife blade forged from ice. There is something painful about realizing that the only person who can save you is yourself. The loneliness of this realization is deep and ancient.
I am now realizing, again, that my continued existence in this world is up to me. For some of us, survival is nothing more than a choice.
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