I stood in church this morning, along with a few hundred individuals and families. We solemnly prayed the "Our Father", hands outstretched.
I've never felt so alone or about to burst into tears.
I was surrounded by families, most with two or three children under the age of ten. Each couple, every family held hands with each other, tiny toddler hands reaching up to grasp the fingers of a mother or father. And then there was me, a single, lonely, unhappy-at-the-moment gal.
I'll be 24 in less than two weeks. I've had ONE date my entire life, almost a year ago. I love my life, my job, most of the time. But there are moments, like this morning, when I just wish I had *someone*. Church is hard enough for me right now, and going alone just makes it worse. I long for a partner, someone to attend baseball games with, actually make and devour a dinner with, someone to bowl with and go to Sunday church with. Is it too much to ask?