An old lady's tale - When does alone become lonely?

"Some people, when you talk to them, it's like trying to listen to classical music on a radio with no antenna. You can push that dial back and forth all you want, but you only get the static. But when you're meant to be with someone, and they truly are the one, you just sit, start talking, and a Beethoven sonata will begin to play."

I guess the reality of being alone is looking for love where you do not belong,
The feeling of wanting a connection so bad because they like you,
You must also like ‘em because, clearly you are missing something right?
Lacking the patience to get to your favorite song, so you will just learn to like this one.
That is the difference between a timeless song,
And a song that's always in your head because it got so much air play…
It literally has become part of the air.
What we call settling,
Acceptance of the hand you have been dealt,
Complacency.
Well, I refuse to accept any of those things.
I know fire and I have been burnt,
I have tamed wild beasts and I have been bitten,
I have caught a whiff of fresh air and I have been suffocated,
I have most certainly floated and I have drowned.
Still, I know that surviving may not be to avoid the storm,
But remaining still and sane amid it all, because it will always rain,
And you need to learn to dance in the rain.
A good friend of mine once asked me to choose between predictable and volatile….
You see, predictability has always been defined as boring,
Maybe some of you are happy there and maybe it is safe...
And don't get me wrong, Safe is generally good...
But it feels more like static.
Not to say I believe in the one,
But if the one is out there...
Please show yourself,
Because I may never be ready for you.