I’ve been single for a very long time. 6 years. That’s amazing to me. I’ve molded myself into a self sufficient drone that plods through his daily life without need for expression beyond the internal dialog that reassures me that “I’m fine.” I feel very much like clay that’s been molded into a specific shape and long since dried leaving cracked corners and such. This whole time I was still thinking about love and what it would be like, but the safe fantasy of it all wasn’t in my reach and I was ok with that…maybe even glad. In the …