At Least We TriedThe other night, I met a person in their late 60's that said although they'd had a few short relationships, they were always afraid that they wouldn't be loved they way they needed to be loved. That they were afraid they would have a bad marriage, get cheated on, get abused, etc...so it never happened.
So even though I'm lonely now, even though my marriage kind of sucks, I'm grateful to say that I've loved. I've tried. I've given my best to someone/something. And even if I end up alone, it wasn't always this way.