I have had a few relationships through the years, including a terribly abusive one that I've talked about at length in other threads; but I can only say that I've been truly in love once. To attempt to describe it to you would only be akin to reducing the most beautiful of paintings to the mere formality of words, you cannot truly appreciate what it feels like to be "in love" until you have experienced it for yourself; not necessarily because it is beyond description, but because love is unique.
I read another one of your threads here in which you talked about seeking out the company and companionship of others, and you asked why you might do that. I can't help but wonder if the answer to your questions lies in the questions themselves.
Do you know what was honestly, for me, the most beautiful part of being in love? My then-partner was the first person who ever made me feel like loving myself again. I believe that true love is not found within others but within ourselves; to be inspired to love oneself in spite of our flaws and foibles. Of course, everybody will have a different definition of love, but that for me was something that stood out.
The reason that I stayed in my abusive relationship for as long as I did was that I hated myself, my ex-partner had conditioned me to hate myself, convinced me that I was so deeply flawed that I could never be loved by another human being; least of all myself; she convinced me that I was severely mentally ill; I was thankful on the days she didn't hit me, not for being spared but for not triggering her; I hated myself. It was the antithesis of love.
Not long after I broke up with my then-partner, whom I truly loved, I encountered another girl who was keen to strike up a relationship with me. We went on a few dates, but there were some red flags; she was unhappy about my career and demanded that I drop everything to be with her; she criticised my habits and phobias and quirks and openly insulted my morals on the grounds that I was not as conservative. Once upon a time, I would have ignored those niggling doubts; I would have dropped my career, just as I did for my abusive-ex, I would have changed my personality and become a repeat victim, as sadly a lot of abuse survivors are. But in the end, I looked in the mirror and I thought that I deserved better - I walked away.
It doesn't have to be narcissistic to love oneself, there is still much about myself that I despise - those scars take a long time to heal. But loving myself
enough to recognise that I deserved better, that I was worthy of a relationship where I didn't have to force myself to change; where someone loved me for who I am and inspired me to do the same; that saved me from another abusive mess.
I hope you do manage to find whatever is missing from your life; but please, don't forget to look inside yourself and find some positive qualities that you value and admire in yourself and don't give them up for anybody. No matter how special someone makes you feel, nobody is worth giving up what is special about you to
you.
I'm sorry that so much of this is so nebulous, just wanted to share some of my thoughts, and thank you for the opportunity, I've actually found it quite cathartic to articulate that.
Hugs