I'm 28 years old, never had a boyfriend. Nobody will ever understand how alone I feel, because of it. Ever. People who have had love and those who didn't, are two fundamentally different people, and the ones who were lucky don't realize that.
I do believe that my lover is out there somewhere. But I don't believe anymore that we will ever find each other. After 28 years of exclusion and being the ugly duckling never finding other swans, I give up. Some people are born lucky and some are born unlucky and nobody hears about their tragedies.
Every single day, I wish I could be you. I wish I could just once know what love is. Even just once. What it feels like. Imagine just for one second, being 28 years old and never having held hands, or kissed, or sent or received a red heart at night, before sleep. Every single day, I wish I could be you, I wish I could be normal, I wish I knew what love was, and what its like to belong to someone. Even if I do find my person, deep down it's too late, and I had been alone too long and often. When I would have needed a man by my side, I can't love anymore.
