There are lonely days in singlehood. Sometimes we yearn for the feeling of having someone. To think of us, to care for us, to love us. But these days, it's just hard to find. Especially when we have our standards set.

But I've realized, the difficulty of finding that "one true love" or the one "that fits" for us is what makes it so special.

The law of scarcity. The rarer something is to find, the more valuable it is for us. Like whenever we have to end a relationship, one of the hardest things that comes to mind is:

" I don't think I can find someone like him or better than him or like what we had."

"I thought he is the one..."

Because in the vast sea of the people, there's that one person that knew us the best or have something we loved and loved us in return that sets them apart from the rest.

After all, if everybody is like that one person we wanted to keep, why does it have to be them? why seek it even if you can just get one anytime?

So I appreciate the difficulty. And if fate is one of love's requirement, I wait and maybe sometimes, seek with a grateful and trusting heart that when it's time to arrive, it will make me understand why it took so long to finally make itself known.

Until then, enjoy the singlehood. The independence, the endless possibilities that comes along with it, the new experiences, and the people we meet along the way.

Because we never know when love will finally find us.