Now I hate the Name of Love

I hate it. I don't want another relationship anymore. I don't want the pain that comes with love. I don't want to feel those butterflies again. I don't want those moments of stolen glances and searching eyes. I don't want anyone to like me back— I just want to live alone. Just let me be me, trying to find myself in every possible way. I want to do everything I dream of, but I don't want a hand to hold or the warmth that people call love. Right now, I hate even the name of love.