Loneliness

People point out to me the advantages of living alone. And they are right, if I had terrible roommates things would be worse. But it isn't roommates that I need, it's someone who loves me, living with me. I need that. And I don't have that. And everyday without it is a day lost. Time spent without being loved and cared for. Time that will always be remembered for what is was - painfilled. I don't understand why I am alone. Many others who had a forms of problems have partners who love them. Why not me?