I love potentiality more than actualization—in the realm of potentiality, everything is a possibility. Nothing is set in stone. Regret cannot trespass on what has not yet transpired.
Singledom is, let's face it, easy. I'm having brunch in my unmade bed, spread-eagled and slothful. I haven't had to tidy my room in a month. Call it avoidance and c......
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