Sometimes it's nice. To think and feel like someone cares. That someone is there to talk to and understand you and comfort you. But really you are alone. You look and there's no one beside you. I'm sort of stealing this next idea from my friend's sister. You have this feeling inside where you think you will be alone for the rest of your life or that you have already experienced the best thing you will get. Neither are true, but that doesn't stop us from thinking and believing it just the same.
Something seems to make you think things are true when they aren't. I don't think I've given the wrong impression, seeing as you have never asked me my feelings or opinions. But who knows I could be wrong.
I'm waiting to see the beauty in this, but I have yet to see it shine through as I think it should.
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