Solitude

I need someone by my side. I feel it strongly. But the space is never filled.
You should be happy on your own. You shouldn't depend on someone else, I'm told.
I've been single for a decade.
Nobody to share things with. Social media won't do.
Without anyone who cares. Without someone to love.
And so many things I don't do, until we are two.
I don't think things get easier.
Life can be lived happily. Or unhappily.
Or just pass in solitude.