Was I once? Yes. Am I now? No - not in any usual sense.
It is easy for me to understand why children can feel so painfully lonely. Especially those who are different, or who frequently need to relocate. When I was very young, I was constantly moved: place to place, family to family. And then, there was the problem of seeming to be a "subset of one" to the world in general. I have no birth family, having been declared a "ghost" for their religious reasons. And most foster parents did not understand my language, such as it was back then

. I suppose that since I would soon be
gone to the next family, they had no good reason to try. People learn to shield themselves against this kind of damage. The injury of making a bond, and then having it ripped apart
kills a part of you every time this is done. So, looking back, I can not blame them.
As I became older, I either grew up, or gave up. I am really not exactly sure which: perhaps both. It is as if, I realized that
this life does not go on forever, and so, I will not need to hurt forever. So, I may as well be happy, here and now, long
before I will never need to hurt again. I believe that, eventually, most people come to this same conclusion, if they live long enough. I was just
fortunate to see this at a very young age due to my peculiar set of circumstances. That is all.
These days, I tend to actively seek solitude, both physically and emotionally, but enjoy companionship, wherever, and whenever, I find it. I have many friends, who think I am
sort of cool because I am
sort of different. And, a very nice boyfriend, who tells me that I am "his world". ...However, I was once told exactly this same thing by another, who was just as sincere. He left me when the "perfect" woman finally came into his life, one who was everything I was not: rich, beautiful, very well educated, and from a supportive family that never abandoned her. She truly was his soul-mate. So, I do not blame him. He helped me learn much about myself. I am just too different, too
out of phase, too nerdy and boring for anyone else.
While I do enjoy my current boyfriend's company, immensely, I can never, exactly, feel very attached. It is as if I appreciate him from some incredibly long distance. I think that he will, most likely, find someone out there on his side of that distance, someday. And if he does, I will not blame him. As for now, I think that he thinks that I am refreshingly easy to get along with, because of the
lack of what he calls "drama". The truth is, there is no "drama" in me, or much of anything else, either. One day, he will tire of this, and he will see me as boring, also.
So, until the day finally comes, when I will not need to hurt anymore, forever - I will continue to do exactly what I seem to do quite well. I will be there for friends who appreciate me, doing whatever I can to help them, and make their world a better place. And - I will actually, be very happy ...in my own way.
No, I am not lonely. Only mildly dissatisfied with my own limitations at perceiving my reality correctly, at times.