My name is Mia, I’m 52, and I’m single because I value my sense of self too much to compromise it for a relationship. Over the years, I’ve realized that love, for me, isn’t about meeting someone to complete me. I’m whole on my own; my happiness isn’t dependent on someone else.

When I was younger, I thought having a partner meant happiness. But through my experiences, I’ve learned that joy isn’t something another person can give. It has to come from within. So now, I’m only interested in a relationship that feels like an addition to my life, not an answer to it.

I’m not anti-love, nor am I closed off. Quite the opposite. I have an open heart for the right person. But that person must see me as I am and accept it. Love should never require that I dim my light. Until someone comes along who makes me feel even more alive and respects my essence, I’m content living my life to the fullest.