Question inspired by a Charley horse that hit in the middle of the night.

  • EtherealMoon
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    51 year ago

    Whenever I used to go out anywhere or do anything social, I’d always be constantly, quietly hoping that someone would come along and fall into my life. That I’d pass by someone that looked like they could relate to me, or that would try to talk to me, or be attracted to me. Anyone that would change my life for the better. It was lonely as fuck to constantly want something unrealistic every single day that never happened, for years and years.

    Then I met my future wife, and I nearly forgot that pain ever existed.