Wednesday, February 14th, 2018
“Why in the world?” you might ask. “You’re not exactly in a relationship… in fact, you’re probably the single most single person on the planet… so much that we gave up inquiring about your relationship status in, like, 2015…”
Well then, let me tell you a little story:
A few years ago, I was living in Paris for the first time, alone, when I first went to the top of the Eiffel Tower—also alone. It was a Saturday night at 8 pm, the only time slot available for weeks, the type of time slot that flashes DATE NIGHT in big bold red letters across the solo traveler’s eyes, so I booked my ticket with a little apprehension and found myself squeezing into an elevator packed with snuggling couples. “Just one?” the ticket man repeated the phrase I hear everywhere when I’m traveling alone, “just one? just one? just one?” He checked around my shoulder for my companion. There was no one there.
But when the doors opened, and I stepped out into blue sky with all of Paris at my feet, something shifted. The kissing couples fell away. For the next three hours, I drank champagne and watched the sun turn the gray roofs red, until those too faded to glittering lights. The couples came and went. But I’d long forgotten them, because I was so filled up with something else—not what I lacked but everything I already had. A feeling as infinite as the skyline stretching before me. I was having the time of my life, all alone and standing on top of the greatest stage of romance in the world. It’s a feeling I’ve carried with me, long after I descended back into the world. A feeling I celebrate come February 14.
One is a whole number. No matter your relationship status.
Sometimes we forget. Often, society forgets. Me? Not a chance.
Just in case you needed that reminder today.
Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone