One day, I will tire of being a free spirit, and be cast unceremoniously into the arms of a babe, who hopefully sees me for who I am, and has professed his adoration (or at least, tolerance) for my quintessence.
One day, I might conclude that the company of a special someone trumps all my other relations.
One day, I will have to learn to live with another person in my life again.
I contemplate that day with a mix of amusement and moderate disdain.
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