After my wine bottle-breaking catastrophe in November 2010, for the first time in my relationship life, I was single for more than two months with no cares of finding a bae or being bunned up. I was focusing on me and what made me happy. Finally, I could spend more time with my girlfriends. I started writing poetry daily again. Believe it or not, there was time in my day to complete my school work — on time. I was no longer focused solely on being in a relationship with anyone except myself. Sure I was seeing someone here or there, but I was in no rush to go steady or fall in like or love.