Being 23 and single feels like a quiet ache that I carry with me. It’s not always at the forefront of my mind, but it lingers there, reminding me of the void that only a partner can fill. I’m surrounded by love in many forms—family, friends, and even my passions—but the love I yearn for is of a different kind. It’s the kind of love that brings intimacy, closeness, and a sense of belonging to someone else.
Loneliness can be isolating, especially when I see people around me in happy relationships. I often wonder what it’s like to have that special someone to turn to at the end of the day, to share life’s moments with, big and small. While I cherish the love I have from my support system, I can’t deny that I long for something more.
I try to remind myself that being single is not a reflection of my worth. It’s easy to fall into the trap of thinking that I’m single because there’s something wrong with me, but that’s not the case. Everyone’s journey to finding love is different, and I trust that my time will come when it’s meant to.
Until then, I’m focusing on being kind to myself. Loneliness is a natural part of the human experience, and I know I’m not alone in feeling this way. I’m learning to embrace this chapter of my life for what it is—a time of growth, self-discovery, and preparing myself for the love I know I deserve.
