futures

sometimes i feel like i'm going to be alone for the rest of my life. and it doesn't matter why or how or when or where. the whys and hows and history don't change the result. i think, maybe, some people are just meant for it. maybe we're just damaged goods. lessons to be learned. and i'm just trying to learn to be okay with that.
it's the hope that makes it so hard. i think most of us feel this way. half of us settle. and half of us find love, but are so afraid of it, we run away in fear, and spend the rest of our lives regretting it. and i'm just trying to learn to be okay with this. or maybe there's just something wrong with me that i'm not seeing.