Perhaps I am meant to be alone. In all comparisons of the word. Why do people suddenly change their minds/hearts when that something is available for the taking?

Why does a person refuse to acknowledge the fact that you are human–human’s screw up…especially when (romantic) love is involved.
Is he a bother or are you happy that he is in your life? Is she annoying or do you appreciate her eccentricities? Am I far too much for you to handle or should you learn when to grasp tighter?