lately i’ve been so lonely and i’m scared that maybe i’ll be alone forever. i used to be okay with the thought of being alone, but as i get older i’m starting to realize i’m not as ok with it as i thought.
I understand, my love. I wish I could assuage your fears - promise that the person for you is on their way, that they’re just stuck in traffic - or that they missed a plane.
The truth is, no state of affairs is ever guaranteed. When you fall in love, there are instances when you think you’ll love them forever. And if those instances are prolonged, you are truly lucky. But circumstances change. Even if the love remains, timing, health, geography, misunderstanding, tragedy, can tear you apart. And that is even if the love remains.
When I say it like this: no love is guaranteed to last forever. You might be inclined to agree with me. But what if I turn this statement on its head, tell you that no loneliness is guaranteed to last forever either?
What if I say, even if the loneliness subsists, timing, health, geography, understanding, fortune, can bring you love? And that is even if, every so often, the loneliness persists.
What if I say, the odds of you being alone forever are the same as you finding one love for the rest of your life? Does that frighten you or bring you comfort?
I believe that as loneliness comes, so does love. There has to be some equivalence in this life.
