While My Guitar Gently Weeps

You know, I like to think that my guitar sings to me, well I'm making it sing to me but that's not the point. My guitar comforts me, my heart rate slows down, I get goose bumps, and above all I love it. It's nice to have something to do that you're absolutely in love with.
When I write my songs, a weight is lifted off my shoulders, and I have my guitar to thank for that. My brain goes into hyper mode. It travels at ludicrous speed! It's nice, I like the speed. I can't put into words how amazing my guitar is to me. The only thing is, it stabbed me today! You know the knobs at the top and how a little bit and very sharp pointy string sticks out? Well one of those very tiny pointy little strings stabbed my little pinky, and now its bruised. And I can't play.
I'm pretty sure that my guitar knows I need to play it everyday, multiple times a day. Maybe it's trying to tell me that I need to let it rest or that I did something wrong. Oh what the heck, I'm gunna play it anyways.

Me thus far

I get lonely sometimes, but who doesn't? It's all I think about honestly. Being able to hold hands with a man or talking to him late at night. I had that with "Denny", minus the fact that he was absolutely repulsive to me. I didn't even want him to look at me, that's how bad it was. But anyways, I know I used "Denny" as a boyfriend supplement. I talked to him ALL the time, we basically did everything together. But I couldn't give him what he wanted (which was love and a relationship) and I feel bad for not being better to him. In the end we broke up (figuratively speaking). And eventually I became very happy that we did.
This would probably make more sense to you if I explained what happened to make me feel this way. About two years ago I began dating a guy that I accedentally fell in love with, and he broke my heart. I haven't dated anyone since. It's been about a year and a half now that I have stayed single. And I'm ready for a romance now. I pray for it. Sometimes I think that there is a guy around a corner. But we keep going round and round on opposite sides so I never get to see who he is. I have crushes on guys, but I can't ever get myself to go for it, because every time I do go for somebody I end up at square one in the end. So now I am waiting, and waiting....oh...and waiting.
Hopefully he will come around soon.