Because It Reminds You of What You Don’t Have
Solitary, it companies me, carries about with me throughout most of my childhood.
It’s funny that such familiar thing still holds my biggest fear - the loneliness, the sense of emptiness.
Shouldn’t I already grow out of it? The early exposures to a belief where only I myself would stand by my side should make me stronger and tougher. Instead, I am more fragile than ever before, inside.
Loneliness and jealousy were both born from the same womb - the comparison of love received – perhaps, it’s one of the oldest sins.
The loneliest moments aren’t the times that you’re alone at night in the dark; it’s the times you’re among other people, among the uproarious talk and laughter.
Maybe because it reminds you of what you don’t have. I don’t know. I give it a rest.
