When I was young (late teens) I went through a period where I wasn’t sure if I was capable of “real” love (whatever that means). When a gf broke up with me I got very upset and thought ‘oh that must mean I love her’. But the truth is I’m not sure I really missed her company. Maybe just other things especially at that age. Through the years I’ve lost others (relatives, friends) either through death or friendships ending. While I feel the losses I don’t really miss any of them. Except one. She was my best friend. She wanted more from the relationship but I didn’t think it would be right for me. 
Now 10 years after her death I miss her every day almost every minute. As it turns out I think she was MY PERSON and I missed it. I’m relating this story to ask if anybody else has a similar experience as far as missing people goes. Despite the pain of losing my friend part of me now KNOWS that I did love and still do. I actually MISS HER COMPANY. And at 62 I’m still alone (not necessarily lonely) and single. A lot of being alone feels natural. But now some doesn’t.
