I’m still single at 38. Is it really that hard to find true love in today’s world? Sometimes it feels like I’ve been swimming against the current, chasing something that keeps slipping just out of reach.

When I was younger, I thought love would come naturally, like it does in all those stories and movies. I’d meet someone who saw me for who I truly am, and everything would just fall into place. But reality has turned out to be far more complicated. I’ve had relationships—some wonderful, others painful—but none that stood the test of time.

Now, as I approach 40, I can’t help but reflect on the changing dynamics of dating. It feels like people are less willing to commit, distracted by endless options, or carrying their own unresolved baggage. Apps that were meant to connect us often feel like they’ve only made it harder, reducing something as profound as love to swipes and shallow judgments.

I’ve worked hard on myself over the years, building a career, nurturing friendships, and growing into a version of me that I’m proud of. But there’s still that space in my heart—a longing for someone to share life’s moments with, someone who feels like home.

It’s not about settling or rushing into something just to avoid being alone. I want a love that’s real, grounded, and mutual. But sometimes, in the quiet moments, I wonder if I’ve missed my chance or if true love is something reserved for a lucky few.

Even so, I hold onto hope. Maybe love isn’t about timing or perfection but about being open and ready when it finally appears. I’m willing to wait for it—to believe that even in today’s world, love is still out there, waiting to be found.