NT, here...Please do not lose hope...And allow me to share my story...I am a romantic at heart...I was 15 when i first fell deeply in love with my neighbor...He wanted to marry me when he was only 17 years young...The feeling was mutual, but i wanted to focus on my academic goals...Suffice to say, shortly after, he disappointed me greatly...Said disappointment marked me...My heart was so broken that although i had various other suiters, i could not give myself a chance with any of them...Though i did tried...By age 25, after 3 failed attempts to fall in love, i decided to stop trying...And i stopped dating completely!! !...Instead, i decided to continue to focus on my personal goals which revolved around my immediate family, my pursue of a higher education and my religious activities...I had many, many, many true friends to fill the emptiness in my heart...However, by my early thirties, my maternal instinct was strong...And just when i was thinking about adopting a child, circumstances required me to help in the rearing of two little ones, my beloved niece and my beloved nephew...They filled my heart with joy for the one decade that i helped raise them as my own...So, between all the above-mentioned activities and obligations, i sincerely had no time to feel pity for me for not having found true love...All the while, my extended Mexican family kept reminding me how miserable i must be for not having found "the One"...But i only knew singleness and had no point of comparison, so i honestly did not know what i was missing...I was determined to make the best of being single and not become bitter...I had an enviable social life...it was only after experiencing a series of personal tragedies--fires, auto-accidents, health issues, loss of loved ones, etc., that i felt a strong desire to have a companion...And so, late 2016, i prayed for a husband...Shortly after in early 2017, when i had forgotten about my specific prayer and was happiest than ever in my life, i met he who became my beloved husband...I was then in my late forties...At present-time, i am 50 and have been happily married for less than two years...So, DON'T EVER UNDER-ESTIMATE THE POWER OF PRAYER...Believe it or not, said prayer was NOT an act of faith but an act of desperation, because by then, i did NOT believe the man for me existed!! !...However, i learned that God created our heart with the capacity to heal completely...Of course, i am referring to our figurative heart, the center of our emotions...Now, looking back, i am grateful to God that when young i failed in my search for love, because frankly, i could NOT imagine myself married to anyone else other than my beloved husband who just happens to be the most handsome Aspie...I always joke that my wedding banner should have read "Finally Married" instead of "Just married" ...So if "the One" i waited for finally found me (I never search for him), then there is HOPE for you...