Single at 42 and honestly starting to wonder: is it too late to find real love? I used to believe that love had its perfect timing, that it would show up when I was ready for it, or when the stars aligned just right. But here I am, years later, still waiting and starting to question if it’s even out there anymore.

I’ve had my share of relationships—some were sweet and filled with promise, while others ended in heartbreak that took longer than I’d like to admit to recover from. Each time, I thought, “Maybe this is it.” But life had other plans. Careers, moves, timing, and sometimes even fear got in the way. As the years passed, I poured myself into work, friendships, and hobbies, telling myself love would come when it was meant to.

But now, at 42, it feels different. There’s this quiet pressure that whispers, “What if you’ve missed your chance?” People my age are married, raising teenagers, or celebrating anniversaries. Meanwhile, I find myself scrolling through dating apps, meeting people who are just as wary and jaded by love as I am. The spark is hard to find, and sometimes I wonder if I’ve built my walls too high or if the right person is simply nowhere to be found.

And yet, I can’t give up hope. Deep down, I still believe in love—the kind that makes your heart race and your soul feel at home. I refuse to believe it’s too late for me. Maybe love isn’t about timelines or fitting into a societal mold. Maybe it’s about finding someone when you’re truly ready, even if that takes longer than expected.

So here I am, still searching, still hopeful, and still believing that my story isn’t over yet. Because as long as I’m open to it, I know love is still possible.