Really cheesy, but I'm sure everyone incomprehensibly lonely wants to read this to savor connection. I met someone in my class recently, she's cool. The kind of cool I wish I met when I was in my fundamental years of forming connections for the brain to develop properly. Now I just have this awful attachment style and personality disorder. I shared no feelings towards her the semester we had together. I was apathetic to everyone, but I know how to be polite. Im in a relationship with someone, and we have it good. Then I started to notice how she made me feel paid attention to, her responses felt intuitive and warm, something I had to teach my own partner. And after a year she still won't get it. I found out we have the same favorite show, and that absolutely broke me. I've always wanted to be with someone I can bond over shows with. It's an act of attention. Fate is a funny thing. The one time I really meet my type is when I'm settled, and the other person is also settled in a relationship. This is what I get for hiding myself for so long to help others? What a mistake to do nothing for myself.