Does anyone know what it is to be alone? Truly alone? Never been kissed, never been with a “Special someone”, never been held?
If you do, then you know what the feeling is when you wake up in the morning after a wondeful, romance filled dream, and half-asleep, reach over to hold your lover only to find empty space. It hurts. It hurts so bad that all you can do is sit there and cry.
I am tired of waking up to no one, I am tired of hearing my friends talk of their perfect kiss, or that one romantic dinner. I am tired of being alone.