I remember being alone most of the time, wondering why every one else was in love and i wasn’t. I wanted whatever it was that was so fantastic.
Then I woke up one morning and I was in love with someone who had the absolute audacity to love me back. and it was beautiful, and it was painful, and it was exciting, and it hurt so much, and then it was over.
I kept a hole in my heart for a very very long time. After plenty of self therapy (healthy or unhealthy as it were) the pain began to subside a bit, and I went right back into the same ‘alone’ world all over again. But this time I knew exactly what it was that I was missing…that ‘fantasticness’ that everyone seems to go bonkers over.
“I’d like the same thing as last time, hold the foolish irresponsibility, and add some extra reality this time please. Thank you.”
Adulthood is difficult, but I think I did pretty good.
