What's the odd?

What's the odd of me finding someone who loves me as i am? I know God loves me. My parents too. But all human yearn the touch of his/her loved ones. As i have accepted the fact that i am gay, asian and living in an island isolated by civilized and more liberal minds, i continue to suffer in deep silent. Not so long ago as i turned 30, i resigned to the fact that i may never find my love. One after another of selfless and meaningless relationship- relationships that i can't peel my chest and show my heart. it aches. Even so when i am totally alone in this crusade. Friends and family may not know, i'll risk to be an outcast and that will shrink any chances and odds i'll ever have.