Love! Love? Love...
Love. I know what that is. I have it for friends, family, my closest best friend, cities, animals, art, the infinite universe. Varied levels of love. But it's all mostly unending. All void of heartbreak, except with absolute loss... but even in those cases, that love goes on in memory.
I think this is why a partnered love, a "relationship" hasn't ever fit. And honestly, even as I see most who I love in relationships or wounded by prior ones... I am not wounded by love. Nor am I needing it. Not in that way.
So when I say "I'll be single until I die", I'm saying "well if it works out that way, I'll be happy just the same."
And yes I have a sex drive, that I'm denying heavily. And yes I do get attracted to or crushes on people. I have an endless supply of fantasies, dreams, desires, passion, but I can direct that built up energy into art.
Love means a lot to me. Love means you're never alone, no matter how far a part you are from that love distance wise. And for me at least, the love that isn't in the expected "partner relationship" form.
The universe of course could prove me wrong. I dare it in fact. Regardless, don't ever pity the single ones. It's not as bad as it seems.