I'm 47 years old and besides spoken by other family members I've never heard the words, "I Love you." spoken to me. I've pretty much accepted the fact that I'll never be in a intimate, special, mind-blowing relationship. I know I'm screwed up with my depression-mood issues which also effect my self-esteem and confidence. Also, I'm no Brad Pitt or Robert Redford, nor do I aspire to be. I try not to let my illness define who I am, but it's tough at times and if you're somewhat introverted to begin with, many people view it as being stuck up. I guess it's possible that some of us are meant to go through life without ever finding "The One". Maybe, I'm just one of those "Lone Wolf" types.