Winter Has Been Here the Whole Time

This is so hard to write, but I need to do it.

I have never been in a real relationship. When I actually say it openly, I realize how much it hurts. It really is painful to go out into the world each day, and see people walking hand in hand, or embracing each other as if nothing else matters in the universe except themselves. When I see this, and it gets to me, this is what I see in my mind's eye:

Imagine being in the forest during a cold, but clear skied night during Christmas time. There is snow on the ground, and the stars are shining bright with the moon illuminating everything around you. Now, picture coming across a large meadow, where an empty grass field would be, only to be covered by snow at this time. In the middle of this meadow is a log cabin, with fire coming out the chimney, and bright lights shining from inside the house. It's a setting for one of the happiest, most heart-warming places anyone could be. When I look inside that log cabin, I see everyone that I have ever met in one room (which probably includes you, if you're reading this), and everyone is accompanied by their significant other. Everyone is nicely dressed for this occasion, and they are all partaking in delicious desserts, coffee, hot chocolate with marshmallows, anything one could enjoy for the time of the season. But most of all, they are enjoying the company of themselves. They are fully aware of how great their current situation is, and with comfort food at one side, and a loved one at the other, everyone has achieved a state of pure content.
But where am I during all of this? I am outside, forced to endure the brutal conditions on my own. I see everyone inside, how they all are so happy with where they are, and all I want is just to be let in. I bang on the windows, screaming. "LET ME IN, PLEASE LET ME IN!!!" Yet nobody hears me. Some people cannot hear me, others can, yet they choose to do nothing about it. Why? Because this place is for couples only. Anyone else is simply not good enough to come in. This rule could be broken, but anyone who knows I'm out here has the same mentality: he's a loser. He would ruin everything by coming in. We deserve to be in here; he deserves to be out there. In the end, I remain outside: unwanted, and alone.

It's so cold out here. It's so damn cold out here.

All I can think of is this: my fear, but also my stark realization, that I will probably die this way.