I've been there, believe me. With twenty-one years of being single, I know what it's like to be alone.

In fact, I got quite good at it. I began to be OK with being by myself. I got used to it. But for a while, I was just like you. I had multiple breakdowns, crying sessions with my friends, and feelings of hopelessness. When will it be my turn?

I would sit around and question my self-worth. It got so bad that at one point I would look at every boy I met and ask myself, "Could he be a potential boyfriend? Could he be the one?" I was so deprived (OK, that's a dramatic word but it's the only one I can think of how to describe how I was feeling at the time) of male attention that I craved it that much.

And I mean, that is normal. It's what humans do. We crave affection. We desire to be loved. Sure, I was loved by my family and friends. I definitely felt loved. But I was missing that affection from a partner.

I know that waiting sucks. Especially when it seems like everyone around you is in relationships. I know that sometimes you just want to give up. Don't. He's waiting for you, too. In the midst of the sadness, there was one thing I did hold on to. I felt somewhat special. I knew my worth, I respected myself and I had the strength to wait.

Waiting is hard. Waiting for twenty-one years is hard. But I knew the right person was out there and that one day I'd find him. I know you're tired. But he's out there. And trust me, it's worth it.