The worst thing about being single?

Not being allowed to be sad about it. “Love yourself, focus on your friends, your career, at least you’re alive, not every relationship is perfect, at least you’re not settling” blah blah blah. I’m aware of all of it and I still. Want. My. Person. I want long lasting, safe, romantic love. I want to sleep with the same person every night and grow and live and learn and travel and cry and mourn and rejoice with my person! Why is it SO BAD to want that?