I talked to Justin today. It was sad. I feel sad, and empty. Like something is missing. Is it him, or the space that seems to always be there. Haunting me. Asking me to fill it. People come and go to fill it, so do hobbies, sometimes work. But I want love. I want someone I can get excited about. Justin wasn't him, but I wanted him to be so bad. I liked being loved. I liked being cared for. I liked how attentive and caring and kind and nice he was to me. But I need to know that that exists in other people. It is more common than I might think. It is out there, and I will find him. He will find me. I just hope I'm right. I deserve to be loved. I deserve to find someone that is kind, and loving, and sweet, and funny, and that I am attracted to. I will find it. Or it will find me. Stay hopeful. Change your story. I am enough. It will happen. And until then, no-one died being single. Embrace it. Enjoy it. Enjoy it like you did before. Freedom, routine, say he's more. Go out more...