When I was younger (teen/20s), I thought my goal was to be in a stable and long-term relationship and live to my dying days with that person. I dated a lot, men and women (I'm bisexual), and while sometimes I fell completely head over heels ... I never found anyone that I thought was "the one". It was always people who were sometimes bad and sometimes good, but never an overwhelming belief deep in myself that this person was right for me and I would do anything to make sure we spent the rest of our lives together.
It was like I had to convince myself that I would accept this thing or the other thing, but never had a true vision of what I wanted.
I refined my preferences and ideals as I understood and learned about myself. Now, I don't really feel an urge or connection with anyone in a romantic or intimate sense. I've ended up feeling OK being on my own, but somehow I do still want someone in my life. For me, and me for them. Friendships and acquaintances only go so far.
