The trick to finding this person though is to never resign yourself. Never let the lonely days swallow you up, never accept that you’ll just be one of those people who doesn’t get to be loved. Because the second you start believing it, it can become true. That’s the scary part. How quickly days can turn into years. Just like that. I’ve always said that the whole “love comes to those who aren’t expecting it” is BS. Who ISN’T expecting love? I didn’t expect love for two solid years and guess where it got me? Celibacy. You should always expect to be loved, you should always expect to find somebody to love because if you don’t, you do get your worst fears confirmed and then you’re a goner. Then you’re denying yourself what you deserve.
The older I get, the more I embrace my right to be not okay. Not mean to others, or wildly depressed, but to feel a little blah from time to time. I recognize that not every day is meant to be bursting with joy. Sometimes, things are just okay, or even a little icky.
Loving, meaningful romantic relationships are not a limited-edition item. If it feels like all your friends are getting into these great relationships and you’re being left behind, remind yourself that there is not just one good relationship out there and whoever finds it first is the only one that gets it. There’s no deadline on finding someone wonderful.