Sometimes I feel like I can never find another that matches my personality, habits, and likes so well. It’s difficult to imagine another relationship or another person that I can be so in love with. I have a strong inkling that it isn’t true and it’s just a thought in my head that’s fucking with me. It’s probably some element of not being over stuff, but it’s an interesting thing to think about it. I will think about it, and possibly just ignore it and keep trying to find something new. Something new. Finding anew. Finding anew in myself.