The Story of the un-lived girl

I'm incomplete. I've lost my other half ( My sanity, my faith, my passion). It feels like I'm alone in a world I have nobody else to blame for except myself. That hurts even more because I don't know how to get myself out. I have long subscribed to this well built idea that there is a person out there I can talk to. Not my " True Love" or the person " I'm meant to be with" but rather the person who understands what I'm saying most of the time and that I understand what they are saying. I miss having actual conversations with people because it's been long since I have had a person I actually fit with. It sometimes feels like there's that person out there...But that they have also spent long broken as I have. I don't want to become this Un-happy, un-lived girl. That's not who I want to be...But where I am now. Where did I take that wrong turn? And why can't I stop talking about it?