"why have a boyfriend when you can be single?" this is the question that i used multiple times to justify my social avoidant tendencies back when i was single/recovering from a failed relationship. for me, at the time, that question, in its simplest form, asked "why complicate what could be simple?" and for a big chunk of my life i thought that relationships did nothing but complicate the human mind unecessarily. in other words, i thought relationships were like a disease that can be avoided. you see, the thought of avoiding relationships is very easy to entertain especially when you’ve been through a traumatic relationship. 

that said, i’ve come to realize and embrace the possibility that relationships can be profoundly beautiful, and perhaps, even necessary for living a happy (adult) life. to be in a romantic, committed relationship with someone is to have exclusive ownership over that person, and to the same extent, it also necessitates that you put yourself up for exclusive ownership as well. 

it’s like having a special pen (please excuse this horrible analogy): you want people to know that the pen is your pen, and you’re the only one who can use it, and moreover, that pen only works for you. just the idea of having a pen to call your own is a beautiful thing, what’s even more beautiful is that no one else has to understand why you like the pen so much…it’s an intimate and personal affair, a fetish even. having a pen to call your own is better than not having a pen…that is what i’ve come to realize. why? i don’t really know. 

p.s- feel free to substitute the word “pen” in the above analogy with “penis” if you need more clarification. 
in short, it’s just nice to have someone by your side, someone whose pen is all yours.

^ the ending,lol

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