With the stroke of a pen I am now single again. It feels surreal, and I am a bit heavy of heart, though also excited for what’s to come. There’s a passage that I like in the book Loving Kindness: The Revolutionary Art of Happiness: “Love exists in itself, not relying on owning or being owned. Like the pearl, love can only buy itself, because love is not a matter of currency or exchange. No one has enough to buy it, but everyone has enough to cultivate it.”