There's beauty in the breakdown

It's weird in relationships how one person can be so sure that it is right and the other so sure that it is not. It's like what is the point in believing that there is one "right" person when, even if you can find them, they might not feel the same way. I have been on both ends of this equation and neither is an enviable position. But then sometimes you see it and BAM, 2 people who feel the same way about each other and meet in the middle, and then your faith is restored. Today I am comfy being on my own. It's the open road as opposed to the bell jar. It's universe versus caccoon. It's definitely more dangerous on the outside, but is there another way to live? Not for me, not today at least.