I’m confused. Scared. And lost. 

I never thought that these years would be alone, to be quite honest. 

I thought I would have found love by now,

and had a romantic relationship where we ended every night with Jeopardy, a kiss goodnight and a cuddle afterwards.

That was the dream.

And a split in the path that I didn’t see caused the ground beneath me to fall away.

I thought we were perfect for each other. 

But we weren’t. And that’s okay.

And now as I look at life I realize that I was supposed to fall in love with someone at this age.

But I never realized that meant me.