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Maybe, he's gay. Or a hermit in a hovel in India. Maybe, he went out for cigarettes, and was hit by a bus.Was he ever born? My church friend told me - God has someone for me. My pastor said - There's no such thing as a soul mate. My bar friend said - It's no big thing, just go home with somebody. My mom pouts whenever I mention anyone. Maybe I'm too picky, or crazy, or messed up. Maybe it's all me, a blindness, a bitterne...

"Be happy," he said. Like it's that simple. Like I haven't been trying. Like saying "be happy" erases the fact that I'm being put on the back-burner again, being used as a back-up plan, a last-resort when there's nothing better to do. Saying "be happy" is supposed to change the fact that he pissed me off again. Who says that? Who says, "be happy???" "Be happy." I want to be happy. So desperately that I push too hard, ask...

This musing only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.They say that there is someone for everyone. If that's the case, then somewhere out there, in that big, wide world, there is a fat, grumpy, depressed, cookie-eating, diet coke-swilling bloke who's pushing forty, whilst wearing stripy socks, glittery shoes, and insisting on throwing bits of gingerbread men out into the sea "for...