I am beginning to think that alone is okay, even if it is
forever. But the idea of “alone” is ambiguous and can occur when
surrounded, or even in those moments right before sleep.
We do not all think of “alone” in the same way.
The “alone” that I am slowly becoming okay with is the romantic type. Of never finding him, of him never finding me. Some are not made for love, while some are; but never get to have it. Some days I think because I want it so much, it will not happen.
I have over twenty years of proof to show me that you do not always get what you want, or what you believe you deserve. I have years of proof to show me that the universe likes to fuck you over like that.
We do not all think of “alone” in the same way.
The “alone” that I am slowly becoming okay with is the romantic type. Of never finding him, of him never finding me. Some are not made for love, while some are; but never get to have it. Some days I think because I want it so much, it will not happen.
I have over twenty years of proof to show me that you do not always get what you want, or what you believe you deserve. I have years of proof to show me that the universe likes to fuck you over like that.
