Someone To Love

As I sit and ponder these last seven days, I slowly realize I want someone to share life with. Is it possible to have my cake and eat it too? Was this a blessing in disguise that has now become a burden? Did I hang my hopes too high? Did I put myself out there to have to come back with my tail between my legs? I don’t know, but that’s how it feels right now. Am I wrong for wanting someone to do and see all life offers? To laugh with, to hold, to share? Is it bad to desire another cheerleader, a social butterfly that comes along and reminds you that you have a purpose, that you are great, and that I am proud of you? Is it wrong to desire someone to do life with? Is it bad to want a change from my current situation from being alone, eating alone, shopping alone, and sometimes laughing in silence? This loneliness is what I wake up to each day. Is it wrong to want someone to check on, encourage, or cry with? Is it wrong to have someone to travel and see the world with? Am I wrong for wanting my own someone to love?