Just as cuffing season is beginning, I found my relationship ending. For quite a few reasons, my long-term relationship came to a close. Many of my friends were worried about hanging out with their significant others around me, afraid I would feel jealous or sad. Of course, I may need a few nights with the girls, eating ice cream and watching chick flicks, but a few is more than enough. I'm ready to move on. When I say move on though, I'm not looking for anyone else. I'm moving on to me.

I love being in a relationship. I love going on dates and cuddling, always having a "Good morning beautiful" text in the morning, and knowing I can dress up or down and feel loved regardless. I think it's fair to say most people love being a half of a whole, but I have never really had the chance to be single. So right now, I'm getting my chance to learn to love that.

A few days ago, I decided to go get dinner after I got out of work, so I went to the restaurant across the street and ordered food. It was almost 10PM and there were only two other people there, who I assumed to be a couple. It was a different experience to sit down alone and eat a meal out, but I sat and read a book, genuinely enjoying my time. I am a busy person, and I thrive on the constant rush of life. Sometimes I forget that it's okay to take a break and make time to relax. In fact, it's necessary.

I think I've spent so long as a "we" that maybe I've lost a little bit of me. I've never been able to travel alone, or go to see a movie by myself just because it looked good. Whenever I wanted to do something, my someone was excited to tag along. I have the rest of my life to be in a relationship, but I can wait to find that person. Right now, I'm my priority. I'm free and independent and have no reason to rely on anyone else. I'm going to spend my time taking care of myself and turning myself into the best person I can be.