Never been loved, no one’s ever wanted to be i a relationship with.
I accepted it’s never going to be me.
Started saving money to buy a house on my own, not there yet.
Found new hobbies, moved on.
Learning to be on my own / alone.
I’m learning to be in my own company, I spend less time with other people.
Everyone else is married, has, kids, dating, wants a relationship/kids and soend a lot of time talking about these things, I’ve found out it makes me feel even more lonelier and isolated from people.
But still.
Still sometimes there is this, it’s not even thinking, wishing, wanting, hoping anymore, I really don’t know how to explain it. Like every cell in my body wishes there was someone next to me, taking this road with me.
Can’t seem to shake it.
This feeling pop’s up here and there, it’s not all the time, but it knocks the wind out of me everytime.
Why does it keep comkng, I chose to give up, why won’t it let me be?