Explain this

I do but I don't want another half. I search for one but find myself trying to sooth them. They talk about their problems and I only end up as a "therapist" to them. They then find themselves comfortable and liking me but only because they find comfort in my words. Liking the way I relate to them even if I don't, the facade of understanding.
I can't express that I like someone, I adore the ease of being alone but also wish to capture someone that understands me not for a 'therpaist'. I want someone that wants to be with me, ME! Not another thousand versions of it.