I have a dream of travelling the world, becoming a writer and living in a van. I treasure solitude and have a very rich inner life. I don’t think I actually want any sort of romantic relationship again. I see past the mundane and genuinely believe that we can live a different, lighter way should we choose. He is very conventional and has no interest in even sticking his head above the parapet. I don’t think this is a “bad” way to live, I just think it’s not the only way to live. I don’t want to be on my deathbed (in hopefully 50 years’ time), regretting missing out on an adventure because I cared for a man. We want completely different things out of life.