I’ve gone my whole life without knowing you.
Here I am, almost 27 with 30 around the corner.
It’s something I have been searching for since I was 17.
Beforehand I didn’t care much about relationships, I was just that kind of kid.
Others paired off in high school, but I never felt the need or the desire to love somebody if I wasn’t all in. Or if the true feeling wasn’t there.
This awoke in me when I had my first crush after moving to a new high school states away from my hometown.
It’s a feeling like no other, something I could not place or control. I was so shy, too shy that created the problem where I couldn’t even speak to the person I liked.
So, that feeling eventually, went no where.
My luck has been dry, and my love life has essentially been non existent ever since.
Have I had anything close to that crush? Nope. Absolutely nothing.
But that yearning hasn’t gone away, and I don’t think it ever will.
That need for love has been in my thoughts constantly since, and I have never experienced it.
It almost feels crazy to say and write. It is the deepest yearning to be romantically loved, and I have learned through many years to live with its absence.
I have trouble really grasping the reality of how long I have been chronically lonely. So much so, in the rare moments that reality isn’t there, it feels completely out of place, even alien.
I think, so this is what it feels like to exist without that heaviness in your chest. To not feel that constant tinge of sadness, or the subtle yearning that you feel through every day and every moment.
All my heart wants is to love, but that love has nowhere to go. It’s like a map without a destination, a constant wandering without direction.
Putting this into words is a difficult feat. Sometimes it comes across too juvenile or needy.
But the reality is I’ve exhausted this feeling to ad nauseam. Its constant presence doesn’t even phase me anymore, it’s just that sometimes its weight feels heavier than other times.
It feels wrong even writing this.
I’ve exhausted this feeling to its end, and of if I have to live with this for the rest of my life? I don’t know what the outcome will be.
But the things is, I’m not afraid of feeling this way until the day I die. What I really worry about are the repercussions of a life not shared.
I know I could survive as a celibate or a hermit, easily. I’ve lived with loneliness this long, I can live with it longer and even forever.
But is that what I want? No. Time is precious. Life, is precious. The way we spend those two things are sacred. And is there really a point to it all if you’re living a life that you don’t really want, but can’t find a way out of?
Yes, I could live with it forever. But I don’t want to.
I want to know what it’s like to have someone to love me. I want to feel love for another, the way other people love.
It’s like being an indoor plant that never feels the sun. It’s there, but out of reach.
I’m not where I belong, this I know. I’m living a strangers life. A rehearsed character that pretends, acts content but never really feels the complexity of emotions that her heart desires.
If I live through this life like this forever, I’ll know I lived without. And I’ll know my heart never received what it so desperately needed. I have an over grown tree trapped within the cage of my heart.
It reached for the sun that will never be there to touch its leaves. My heart is in darkness, and there it will stay for god knows how long.
I’m so tired. Tired of feeling this way, and not the way I truly want.
There’s so much I want to give and to feel and to love. But will that day ever come? Only the uncertainty of time will answer that question.
God, what the fuck do I do?