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I Fell in Love in Quarantine
Love in a time of COVID?
In reading Ashley Samone’s article: I Ended My 11-Year Relationship During the Pandemic, it dawned on me that I had a nearly opposite experience. Reading Samone’s story made me realize that mine was worth sharing too. So here it goes!
Falling in love isn’t something I expected for a few reasons. Firstly, I can be a bit of a flight risk and not in the traditional sense but more of a gets in her own way sense. (Charming, I know.) I was constantly going for the wrong guy, always trying to work on a project because on some level I wanted to help but on another: I never wanted it to be my fault if we didn’t work out.
If I was always dating projects, I’d always know it wasn’t my fault and I’d always have the upper-hand when I walked away.
And I guess that was important to me, important enough that I always found myself in the same situations even though I saw what I was doing. I’m not stupid, I’m just damaged. Who amongst us isn’t?
Up until now I have spent most of my life single. Scattered relationships lasting a year or two have been peppered in-between my usual state of contented singleness. I’m independent, I like being on my own. I like to sleep alone, write alone and just be: alone. I have always had friends to call when I felt otherwise and the occasional dating of…
