Somewhere in this city, somewhere in this night, there are two people sitting somewhere - just holding hands and talking - and it is more than enough.
Somewhere in this city, somewhere in this night, there are two people sitting in a car who can't keep their hands off each other - they may be getting cold, and their car steamed up - but they aren't willing to call it a night yet.
Somewhere in this city, somewhere in this night, there is a couple that just committed to spend the rest of their lives together, and now they're trying to wrap their minds around what that means.
Somewhere in this city, somewhere in this night, there is a newly married couple, discovering new things about each other, and neither of them are likely to get much sleep tonight.
Somewhere in this city, somewhere in this night, there is a well-established couple, happy to just share the couch with one another.
Somewhere in this city, people are dancing.
Somewhere in this city, people are kissing.
Somewhere in this city, people are doing more than that.
But
None of those couples talking, holding hands, making out, kissing, dreaming, dancing or loving include me.
I feel like the loneliest person in the world.
3 comments:
Somewhere in this town, a married couple sits down next to each other, and hurts and aches, and feels as lonely as you do still.
I'm so sorry you feel this way. I will lift you up in prayer this evening so that you might feel the loving arms of God enfold you as he sings a song over you.
Hugs.
Lori
Oh, I'm sorry friend. Hang in there.
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Loneliness is part of the human condition. I'm so sorry that it weighs on you so heavily right now. In those moments when you cannot find community with people, find communion with God. Prayers for you, sweetheart.
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