Here’s my 41 year old hand with my spoon rings, neurodivergent thumb, poorly applied nail varnish, and no engagement ring. I’m a bit sad about that last bit but mostly I know that I just haven’t found my person yet. But the universe works in really weird and unexpected ways. I’m OK, and I will be OK. I don’t want to hear the “you don’t need another person to be OK” because I do love the cuddles, the in-jokes, the companionship, & the reassurance of having that other person by your side.