I've been in love twice in my life. I've been told I was "the one who got away," that I was someone's soulmate, and more than a few times I've had someone stand outside my apartment throwing rocks at my window. Granted, he wasn't in a trench coat and blaring Peter Gabriel a la Lloyd Dobler, but it's happened, and although he was the wrong person for me, at least I can say I have had a few of those moments. I know what love is, I know what it feels like to have my heart broken (quite often actually), so right now, I'm happy in my single life. I may be alone, but I'm not lonely, and sometimes I think single people might not see the difference between those two words and their meanings.