“Being single isn’t the waiting room before life begins. It is real life.” Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about love—not romantic love, but love for the lives we’re already living. Singlehood often gets painted with this brush of lack, like it’s some temporary state we’re all supposed to escape from. And sure, many of us dream of connection, of partnership, of being known deeply. But what if we also held space for the beauty of being single? I’m so glad I stumbled upon a post recently that inspired this reflection. The author, like me, identifies as a lovergirl —someone who adores love, who dreams of intimacy and deep connection. But instead of mourning the absence of partnership, she celebrated what being single had gifted her. And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. So here’s my love letter to singlehood. I love that I’ve had time to actually meet myself. To figure out what makes me smile in the morning and what keeps me up at night. To feel comfortable in s...