In my life, I have had a few relationships. Women I have loved.
Very few. To be counted on one hand, while it holds a mug of coffee.
To date.... none ended well. One lost her mind, another just... lost me.
One time I didn't care what happened next, and the next nearly killed me.
Now.... taking it one day at a time... and each day ends in wonder that this relationship works. So far. One day at a time.
Today's thought? If it all ends in tragedy again, it will be the last time I try this. I don't picture myself living happily alone, but it's not a terribly unhappy vision either.
Someone once told me "I've got being alone down to an art", and I recall thinking how sad that was. I suspect I could understand it now... should the time come.