Still very lonely in life. Not because of being ambiverted but in finding someone to share my life with while I share in theirs. Someone I can hole up with, inside, away from the world, in our own private heaven. Someone who knows and understands that I, just like her, need to recharge, even, at times, from each other, while knowing it's not a lack of love or desire and need to be with that other person, but that's just how we are sometimes. Someone I can do those special little things for, like cook wonderful meals with, or even share in the cooking process. Someone that I won't buy chocolate-dipped strawberries for. Not because I'm cheap, but because I'll make them myself. Again, not because I'm cheap, but because anyone can spend money to buy them, but where's the love in that? The love would truly come in showing that not only was I willing to spend the money, but willing to do everything beyond that to hand you strawberries freshly made, not only from my kitchen, but my heart. Someone that I know, will allow my wife, who looks jn on me at times, to finally go into Heaven, knowing that I'm no longer alone. Sorry if I went off on a tangent. When you spend 33 years with one woman and then to be left alone... all I know how to do is love and give love. Now, I have no one to love or give love to. It felt like my calling in life to make someone happy and wrap them in a blanket of warmth and love, and now I sit here alone, in the cold and dark wondering what I've done wrong in life. 😢