prose: my missing piece

i used to ponder why is it that i choose (is it really choice or is this just a consolation to myself, still remains a mystery till this day)to remain single for so long. maybe because i'm surrounded with so many groups of friends. i call them 'crowds'. what i lack from one 'crowd' i harvest from another. in time i will be completed myself.

i gather from all around me, things that nourish and make me grow. Things that support me. I turn to them

for emotional support
for intellectual stimulation
for spiritual guidance
for familiarity of environment
for a confidante
for encouragement
for loyalty
for competition
for a secured relationship
for insults
for physical affections
for sexual intercourse
for meaningful conversations
for quality time
for warm embraces
for shared interests
for opposing opinions
for a mentor/patronage
for precedence
for example
for envious remarks
for assuring praises
for reality counter-checking
for financial assistance
for a chaperone
for marriage counselling
for recreational activities
for constructive criticisms
for transportation
for enlightenment
for verbal knowledge
for visual delight

I think, that it is unfair to expect so much from a single person.














I think, or to be more exact, i re-think, that with love, you can actually get from a single person,
all of the above.