Being single is kinda similar to being hungover. Not because it sucks donkey balls, but rather on the grounds that you mystically overlook what it felt like when you’re drinking once more. We’ve all been single at some point, but then, reality about singlehood escapes us when we end up in a potential accomplice’s arms.
Indeed, don’t fuss. We’re here to help you to remember that reality. Since it’s grisly wonderful. What’s more, we’re going to do it with the quickness of a sweetheart that is simply addressed bae’s inquiry with ‘FINE’. Indeed, that reference was for the non-single among you readers.