As a young, single man, it is safe to say that I have enjoyed my single lifestyle for the past two or so years. Enjoying a sense of freedom and solitude which some people in relationships struggle to find. Yes, this lifestyle has been good to me. However, that being said, there have been many times in which I find myself wishing that I wasn't single. Times when I have wished that I had a lady to snuggle up with, enjoy a sunrise, gaze at the stars, or just simply enjoy a cup of tea with. A lady whom loved me for who I am; somebody who loved me more than just a friend. She would be a girl whom found my various faults (like god awful arithmetic
Strap on the armour of falseness, fasten the breast plate of untruthfulness, and buckle the helmet of erroneous; for you are about to embark upon stepping out of your front door, and journey into the realm of reality. This armour exists only in your mind. You forged it in your mental blacksmiths, adding different pieces and extensions over time. You forged it for one purpose. These plates allow you to yield the strengths of the hero, the mightiness of the victor, and the venerability of ageless legends whose deeds still echo through the dense forest of time. This armour allows you to forget whom you really are whilst you face your adversaries
My friends are a source of company, well being, joy and laughter. So naturally I like to socialize with them. If the opportunity for us to spend time together arises then I take it and make the most of it. But when the music stops playing and I am left alone looking through a chest full of nostalgia, Mr Loneliness pays a visit. He will swoop in when I don't want him to, reminding me that I am on my own, telling me about how unhappy I am. No matter how much I object to his words of poison, they take influence over my mind forcing me to give in. That influence spreads soon enough, corrupting my soul and any last bastion of my former well being.