I don't know how, but even when I was little, I knew that no one loved me and that I wouldn't experience it.
I knew that dreams about love, relationship, partner and children are pointless because they are not for me.
And now that times has gone by and pretty old, I can see it was true.
But although I am sometimes sad about it, I have never been terribly disappointed, because I ”just knew”.
Isin’t it kind of crazy?