Lonely Thougths Poem by Emily Angelova

I have to hope that someone was meant to be mine...
Mine alone. Another poetic soul, created to be us
I want to believe that loneliness is temporary
My warm bed would be warm on both sides
Not so much the bed, but the half of me is cold
Afraid of loveless life, the house that is me is empty
Wondering of the human desire to connect
Illness prehaps, but do I deserve it?
Waking up at night, a ceiling my only friend thinking is there someone, somewhere like me, for me?
My destiny still unknown, only an inkling of a lonesome life to come
Is this it?