The Post with No Title

Maybe it's not them. It's me. If I keep eluding it, I'm afraid I will never be given a shot at it again. I hope not. Maybe I'm just too idealistic for my own good. I should accept disappointing as it may be, that perfect will never be perfect. The right one will never be the right one.


But imperfect and wrong as it can be, I still don't know if I could share my space with someone else. I enjoy my freedom too much to give a part of it away. Believe me I would love to take a shot at it, but not now. Not with the wrong person anyway. I still want to wait and see. I want to be sure. But they say life is about taking risks and chances. So what does that make me? A coward? Maybe...