What also gets me is that I do not know if I should be worried about the fact that I am totally okay with being single. This mindset might stem from the fact that I have grown up happy with love constantly around me, especially from my family. I grew up single, happy, and loved. I am not saying that you did not experience the same. I grew up whole and when I am alone I still am. It might stem from my fear of uncertainty and the leap of faith. But, as you also might believe it to be, it might stem from my dreams and anxieties of being a doctor and the journey towards it filled with failures and triumphs. It might stem from my desire to give my dreams, and nothing else, my all because of the sacrifices and hard work my parents have given every day of their lives.

I understand this general feeling. Truly. I remember what it was like to feel so whole and so complete that I didn't need anyone else. I remember feeling so in tune with my self that I turned down the affection of another, that I neglected the relationships of people who needed me, because I felt that they needed me more than I needed them.

But I also know, from experience, that the feeling is temporary. Because no man is an island. We will always be in need of the company, love, and presence of others.

We need love. It is a foolish and immature and naive thought to think that we can live a life without the love from others.

"It might stem from my desire to give my dreams, and nothing else, my all..."

I can see where you're coming from. I can look at it from your own perspective, and it makes sense to me.

But if this is how you think, then truly there is no place for me in your life and there is no place for you in my life. And I truly don't want to be part of yours.

Oh, what shall we do?