Sometimes I think that it will never happen, that through choices or chance I will never meet any of the people who could share with me the things I want to share. Or I will meet these people after they have met someone else they can share them with. (I don't believe in The One, singular. I believe there are many different lives we can take, different ways to share ourselves, and no one person is the only way.)
And I think, would it be tragic? No. It would not be tragic. But it would be sad.