Meet my Boyfriend Named Pillow.

I wake up every morning in my oversized bed curled up beneath the sheets and I roll over to my right side. I stretch my arms, and legs out until I don’t feel quite as groggy and I reach over to the other side of the bed to snuggle…

…with my giant body pillow. I am single. A word that a while ago may have seemed like a death sentence. I’m 29 years old and in a relationship with myself. I take myself on dates, I get myself gifts, and I love every second of it. I am growing, learning to love my flaws, and living with my insecurities. I still wish that I had someone to hold me together on nights when the tears cloud my judgment and its hard to see where I’m headed. I wish I had someone to share my adventures, and sit with out beneath the stars on a summer night. I’m happy being single, but I still cling to the fact that I will be happy with someone else someday too.

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