Last night was the 15th anniversary of my girlfriend and I breaking up.

Her name was Monica and I never had the same chemistry or feelings with any other woman. But she reconnected with her ex-boyfriend and wanted to resume their relationship. So I stood aside and let her go back to him. I told myself she wasn’t the one for me, that I would meet someone who was. And though I since dated 2 other women, I never enjoyed that kind of chemistry again.

Now I’m 45, still single and wondering where I went wrong. Why hasn’t the right woman entered my life? And is this all I’m ever going to have? Is this my future?

Am I destined for a lonely old age without anything resembling love or companionship?

Troubling thoughts like these kept me awake for much of last night.