To have loved and lost. Yeah that'd be me. A couple of weeks ago I lost out on someone who I felt strongly about. I liked her. A lot. Did I love her? (Does it matter?) Probably. I'm not sure.
But here's my point.... what was gained. In my heart I felt so good! I looked forward to precious time with her ( Very little...full story, long story, got complicated). I felt alive, with meaning and with hope.
I know that I am capable of real, true feelings. They've been presented to me.
Altho the hurt is deep I know it's temporary and better days are coming. There's a better Me out there now.
I find, at this age (68) that there are still women I could get infatuated with if I let myself....lol. It is a good feeling but the realism of life is an anchor that weighs on my soul and makes a speedbump that causes me to go slow. Good luck though.