I have spent some time on my own and I have come to find that I like my own company. What's missing is romance. The intimacy of being so close to someone, you can tell them anything. The passionate sharing of causes and emotions, without fear of rejection even if we don't always agree. The physical longing for my love when he is absent, and the giddy, butterflies satisfaction when he pulls me in for a kiss.
I suppose the only caveat would be distance. While I will be limiting myself, the truth is I don't want to move too far from my family. That's probably true for a lot of us, so unless you are willing and able to come to me, you should probably live within an hour or two by car.