How I wish to share my life with someone. I mean coming home to someone after work and talking about how tiring my job is or that silly joke that was shared at work today, but no, life hasn’t showed me that beautiful side of it. I prefer to work those long hours and delay coming home because it’s empty and cold. Those walls don’t seem to be getting warmer even in summer, so I’ll rather stick to those long working hours.

How my life could have turned out if I had that special someone to walk this journey with or share life with. I mean to love someone and be loved back, sure, that sounds beautiful doesn’t it? It might be very sweet to wake up next to someone you love every morning and have those silly fights now and then, have those stupid jokes and all that; I mean, it must be very nice to exchange gifts on occasions.

I sit down every now and then and ask myself what I have done or how I offended the universe that has led me to be deprived of such a beautiful side of life. I mean, one has those questions, I guess, because all I think of is how my life could have been if it was shared, how it could have been if I was coming home to someone, to have those winter cuddles, summer dates, spring moments, etc.

I often ask God when it is going to be my time, it has become my daily prayer, which I haven’t received an answer to as of yet. I’m starting to wonder if my prayer will ever be answered though, but many say I shouldn’t lose hope. I understand but it’s sinking down because I’m hoping for something I’ve never experienced but wish to have.

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