So now that I'm single

I feel like there's a club out there that only single people feel. I remember it, but when I was with Thomas, I forgot all about it. It's the club of those who want nothing more than someone they know and care for to run up to them in a romantic/spontaniouse way, and kiss them in one of the most classic of styles. I've imagined it and I almost did it to Thomas when I saw him yesturday. I'm happy that I didn't, because I don't want him back; not yet at least.

I do still love him like I never thought was possible, but he hurt me and when he hurt me, I discoverd that I am somewhat strong. I like seeing me. It's been a while since I've been happy on my own. So sure, I can't be romantically kissed, but it doesn't mean that I can't ride four miles on my bike non stop and not feel the same rush of...feeling. I can do things that I have always felt to weak too, so I'm happy for now. I like this. I think I can handle it for a while longer.