The Beauty of Being Alone

Or should I say the beauty of being lonely?

Every now and then I think of how I never needed anybody, but now…?  I have never understood that little boy who would always say I would bring him peace – he was safe with me. He left me. And I was mad – I was so fucking mad. But now I see that he would never be complete by my side – I wasn’t feeling complete either.

Nowadays I feel lonely all the time. Yes, I do. The person who was always two at the same time – I was SO complete, I was whole. I am not anymore. I believe I achieved a moment in my life that I need someone to look at and know that I am safe. I thought, I really thought I have found this person – I didn’t. For if I had, he would still be with me, wouldn’t he?

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