Loneliness

This is a love story about me and something called loneliness. To tell you the truth, years ago, I hated loneliness, but it loved me (it still loves me now, of course).

"I hate loneliness, but it loves me". In the past, there were a lot of days when I had no one, no one at all. I was isolated, I had no one at all. I really wished that I had someone, anyone, it wouldn't matter. Unfortunately (or fortunately) I didn't. Then here came the loneliness. Obviously, I didn't accept it, I didn't welcome its visit. It embraced me. I did all my best to chase it away from me, but couldn't.

Day by day passed, it still comes to me everyday, even though I clearly said, I HATE IT!! It kept embracing me, and as time passed my attempts to struggle against it weakened. I didn't have the will to do be in opposition to it. My hostility towards it vanished, it just faded. "Whatever, you can do whatever you want to. Anything I do won't affect you anyway, you will keep coming", that's the thought I had.

Finally, after my attempts failed, I began to accept its existence and its love. I didn't feel as much pain as it used to be when loneliness came. Actually, I started to feel good. I can't help, but to fall in love with it. What would you do, if someone still love you, doesn't matter what you do to chase them away? Yeah, I'm so weak, and loneliness came at the right time, at the time when I was fragile the most. I began to love it. I enjoyed the solitude. I fell for it, it won my heart.

Now? I love it with all my might, soul and heart. I don't mind being left alone with loneliness, that'll give me solitude. But still, just because I love it, doesn't mean I have to be with it all the times. Just because I love it, doesn't mean I will spend all my times with it. Just because I love it, doesn't mean I don't need anyone else. Just because I love it, doesn't mean I can't love anything or anyone else. Just because we love each other, doesn't mean we will get along all the times, we will fight and argue every now and then, we will. Just because we love each other, doesn't mean life's over when one of us is gone.

Thank you loneliness for loving me when I have no one. I'm unwanted, and the constant pain from that feeling forges me. Thanks to you, I will feel loved no matter what happens. Everyone in this world might leave me, but when they did, you will come to be with me and I'll be solitude. I'll never be alone anymore (umm... isn't loneliness means I'm all alone? and now, because I have loneliness, I'll never be alone? That's confusing, my fault, to create a metaphor as if loneliness is alive). I love you.

Morals of the story:
1. Don't give up when you really love someone, try and that someone might, doesn't matter how that someone hates and doesn't accept you at the moment, but who knows in the future, love you back.
2. Instead of dreaming and wishing for something you don't have and won't have, why don't you enjoy whatever you have at the moment and be grateful with that. They have theirs and you have yours.
3. You're loved, doesn't matter how you feel at the moment, you just don't notice.
(4. Don't believe me, because, simple, I'm unbelievable.)