Friends with lovers (of other people)

I was very relieved today to realize that although my ex is happily ensconced in a new relationship and getting more serious about her by the moment, he and I are still good friends who can talk about important things. He's probably honestly still one of the best friends I have and I'm so happy to have someone in my life who knows me so well and genuinely cares about me. Even though he's another one of those people (which includes pretty much everyone I know) who is finding "The One" and leaving me behind. In the dust. I will be ok. I will find my "The One" someday. Someday soon. And until then I will enjoy, no- revel in, my independence and the carefree nature of my existence.... I can dream, right... I can spend hours organizing my closet (which I love) and not have to worry about someone feeling neglected, right? I can seclude myself from all other intelligent life and not explain my reclusive mood to a curious extroverted male. I can play Maroon Five at extremely loud volumes and not have to worry that I'll miss a phone call from my lover. My time is all my own. My body is mine. My heart is... well, we won't go there, since unfortunately it is not mine at the moment. Darn wonderful man who stole it. I might need that back someday...