I had a best friend once, although I never considered her my best friend at the time. She was annoying more than anything. But, she moved far away, and although we’ve never drifted apart—we grew up separately. That has made all the difference.
Everything we use to do together, I started to do alone. I became a loner. I study alone, I spend very little time with friends, I go shopping alone, I eat breakfast, lunch and dinner alone…
As much as I would love to blame her and tell her that if only she stayed, I’d be so much happier. I’d tell her that we could get a house together, go college together, shop, drink and grow wrinkly together— but that’s only wishful thinking. I have to accept that my loneliness is no one’s fault but my own.
…and I thought only single people were lonely. JK! =p
P.S. I know you will me shit for this, so I will look forward to our slightly awkward conversation. lol
