I'm not sure what the best thing to say is in this situation. I know loneliness better than I know myself. I have been searching most of my life for someone, anyone, that likes me for who and what I am. Whenever I do make a connection with someone it is quickly severed by them learning of what I am, by them deciding that being cruel is more fun or them betraying me in the most heartbreaking ways. No matter how friendly I am or how hard I work they only ever end up hurting me. I've actually begun to think that people's default setting for me is set to instinctually hate me and to seek to cause me misery. So believe me when I say that I wish you all the luck in the world in finding that special someone. At least more luck than I've had. If you do find them, cherish them and don't take them for granted. Because they are alot more precious then even they know.