This is the first time I have started writing with the title first in mind. I know what I want to write about but I do not know what I am going to write. Okay, freedom, the word has different meaning for different people, in different situations, in different generations. Am just goanna focus on my personal definition; I am not aware of this world, I am only aware of my own emotions. While being in a relationship, I wanted to be single, especially the last few months. Not because I was unhappy. If I say I wanted my freedom, one would probably understand that he was a possessive guy. But what I wanted was my time for myself, where my heart was free from shackles. ( I think am still explaining this poorly.) I had this habit of waiting for him, for his status to change to online, for that beep of his message-that consumed a lot of time. And on the days I got frustrated realizing how much time I was wasting on it, and didn't bother going online myself, I would start feeling