Back on track?

For the first time in years, literally years I am not in love or not reigned by it at any rate. All around me people are falling in love, getting together, enjoying the first few months of a sturdy relationship, breaking up, having serial one-night stands, trying to forget an ex. And none of it has anything to do with me. Sure I'm a miserable blob of self pity when I'm on my own, but that's just me. Among friends I feel the ancient contentment glow in my heart and best of all, specified man hate my most distinctive feature is blooming. My life feels like my life again.