Advance warning of a series of posts

I've been thinking a lot recently about intimacy, past relationships, stuff like that. I'm pretty happy, experience has taught me that to be single is infinitely preferable to me than being alone in company, nonetheless there will always be moments marked with poignancy, a tinge of regret despite having no desire for it to have been any other way. So please be warned, over the next few whatevers, posts may appear entitled Love Lost: #_. Entirely one sided, and no doubt entirely inaccurate, but not in anyway sad. For all that was, or was not, what is is so much more.