Never alone

 I didnt write the message below. It was posted in a facebook singles group and the original author wasnt named. This is so succinctly beautiful and true. I need to keep this so i can remember....no matter what, im never truly alone.

It feels heavy when you realize that living life alone might be the safest choice. As you get older, the picture shifts. The dream of building a life with someone steady begins to fade, replaced by the understanding that it may never happen. And the realization does not arrive in chaos or heartbreak. It comes quietly, in a simple moment.

You are in the kitchen, holding a warm mug of tea. Dinner for one simmers on the stove. The room stays still. No voices. No laughter. Just the sound of the refrigerator humming and the spoon gently tapping the edge of the cup. 

That is when it settles in—this life, as it stands, belongs to you. Quiet. Unshared. Entirely yours.

You never made the decision to be alone. That decision slowly arrived after too many conversations filled with perfect words but empty action. It happened after long talks at 2 a.m., after shared playlists, after voice notes that made promises they never kept. One day the replies slowed. The energy shifted. You stared at your phone, wondering if you were asking for too much or simply too easy to forget.

You met people who were still carrying their past, still tied to people they claimed were out of their lives. Some stayed just long enough to disrupt your peace but never long enough to offer real presence. They held on to you loosely, refusing to let go, yet never offering anything firm to hold onto.

You live in a time where confusion is dressed up as love. Where emotional unavailability looks like strength. Where detachment feels more common than honesty. The truth is, choosing to remain single often feels like the only way to protect your peace and well-being.

You know what you bring. You know what lives in your heart. But sometimes it feels like you will never find a place to bring that love. The table remains empty, no matter how much you carry.

Eventually, you stopped asking. You stopped waiting. You stopped offering your heart to people who only ever showed up halfway.

Now, everything happens alone. You carry in the groceries. You cook your favorite meals. You take yourself out—to bookstores, cafés, and little parks with shaded benches. 

In the beginning, it stung. Seeing couples holding hands, laughing, sharing private jokes. But slowly, the silence started to feel calm. The quiet began to feel like peace.

It did not always feel peaceful. The bed once felt too wide. The silence once felt sharp. You missed the small things—someone checking in, remembering how you like your coffee, asking if you made it home safe. But with time, you stopped expecting it. You stopped checking your phone. You stopped offering pieces of yourself to people who never planned to stay.

Now, your phone stays quiet. The low battery alert feels more familiar than any “good morning” text. No one calls to ask about your day. And somehow, you have learned to be okay with that.

You light candles at dinner. You buy flowers for your kitchen table. You drive with your favorite music playing, windows down, no one in the passenger seat. You sleep soundly across the entire bed. There is no confusion. No disappointment. No need to beg for affection.

People say you are strong. They admire your independence. But they do not see the nights you cry into your pillow. They do not feel the weight you carry alone. They do not hear the quiet disappointment of getting through another day without anyone truly showing up.

Still, you keep going. You show up for yourself. Again and again.

Maybe healing looks like this. Soft. Steady. Silent. Maybe it means choosing yourself every day, even when no one else does.

And if real love finds you—present, honest, consistent—you might welcome it.

But if it never comes?

This life you built is still enough.

You are still enough.

And in this quiet space you created, alone no longer means empty. It means safe. It means home...