There is nothing inherently wrong with me. I am not characteristically unloveable. The lack of romantic love in my life isn't necessarily a reflection of my nature, but of the choices that I have made over time that makes me (understandably) less likely to cross paths with romance.
I hurl myself into my education, into work, and I don't lift up my head to look around much. I'm exhausted at the end of the day, so I spend my available time relaxing at home instead of out at public places where I might bump into someone. When I do go to the coffee shop, I'm so absorbed in my laptop trying to find the right words that I don't notice the handsome man sitting at the other end of the room trying to make eye contact with me. I'm too uncomfortable to walk up to a stranger and introduce myself, or to even smile at someone that I don't know because I think they're attractive.
I haven't found love because there is something wrong with me. It's because I've been swatting away every tiny opportunity that could potentially blossom into something greater. It only takes one moment, it only takes one person.
And ultimately, it's great news, because I have control over what I do and how I spend my time. Everything can change the second that I say, now is the time to start.