I Am Depressed Because I'm Lonely

Dreams can be a bless, but that makes the act of waking up hell.

I dream of the past, I dream of the present it could have been, I dream of the future that will never take place. Depending on which part the dream ends at, I will either remember it with a smile and feel hopeful, or just suffer. The fact that I am alone doesn't change, but my self-perspective of loneliness does vary. Still, even if I believe I can achieve happiness on my own, I do seek a partner.

I seek a true peer, someone whom I can learn from and develop side by side, someone with whom I can discuss the truth of the universe, someone who will always be there for me, who will hold me in the bad moments (not physically, but philosophically), who will understand me and my demons and accept me for who I really am, without masks. And it goes without saying that I would do the same for that person, without expecting anything in return, because I would love them. I believe that to be true love, regardless of the name it goes by. And I will never stop seeking it.