I want to be in love. I really do. It is beautiful to have someone I can call mine, to love someone.
But when having someone means surrendering the freedom to be alone forever, having someone in my bed every day, and eventually having other little human beings who depend on my attention to survive, I wonder if it is worth it.

If only life could give us both.

Maybe the saying, “You can’t always have what you want,” isn't really about how many things you can acquire. Maybe it is about whether you can have them exactly the way you want them. Whether you can somehow beat irony and get the beautiful thing without having to accept all the things that come with it. Not because they are bad but because you are not ready to handle them.