I am barely scratching the surface.

I yearn to spend more time.
More time alone.
More time out of context.
More time with myself, alone, in the middle of the crowd.

I remember why I stopped looking for a significant other.
I found Love.
Love like no other.
Love. True Love.
And then I realised there is no need to spend time with another.

I am barely scratching the surface.
I wish I had more time.
I wish I took more time.

I wish I would stop looking for something again.
I'm barely scratching the surface.

I wish I took more time for myself.

But even if I did, would it ever be any different?