You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense Novels & Stories

If the company failed; I failed. I finished answering emails and checking the schedule for the coming week before locking up and heading back home. I had nothing else to do. I had never felt more alone in my entire life. I was used to being alone and even relished it, but now, I felt alone in the world. Having Yvonne in my life had given me a taste of what it was like to have someone happy to see me or wondering where I was when I didn’t call. No one gave a shit where I was or what I was doing.

Suddenly. BEEP BEEP. A bright pair of headlights washed over the alleyway, illuminating us against the brick wall. Our Uber had arrived. "Time to go," I gasped, pulling myself back to reality with a violent, frustrated jolt. I smoothed my dress down, my legs trembling so violently I could barely stand. I looked up at him, my breathing ragged, my eyes dark with a desperate, heavy promise. "We can deal with... that... when we get home."

“You don’t have to do everything alone.” “I know,” I said. “But sometimes alone is the only way I remember who I am.” “You don’t have to be alone with me in the room to remember that,” he said. The words landed somewhere in my chest that made me flinch and smile at the same time. It was a small thread and we’d both started pulling it. I didn’t know if it would fray or hold. Right now, it existed, and that was enough. We walked out together into the wet air. The world hummed with its own life: cars, distant music, someone laughing too loud at a bar. For a moment, everything else fell away.

You want people to notice you when you're together. You feel an aliveness that could only be understood by someone who has been in love. It feels like flying or falling, but a good kind of falling. Have you ever been alone in your room and your favorite song comes on and you get so lost in dancing, only realizing that you were lost in the moment once the moment was over?... It's a lot like that. You can truly be yourself and are just in the moment all the time.

I was still not sure what happen, and I wanted to talk to Michael like always and tell him what happen and take his thoughts from him. But today when he asked me to leave is when I understood that I was alone I was always alone I have always been for myself and this would not change why had I forgotten that very real fact of my life. That one thought of me being alone made me so tired that I drifted into deep sleep. ___________________________________________ * *******************

They are also the favorite ones. I don't want to feel jealous towards them but I can't help it. I envy them because our parents' attention is always to them. I can't help but to think that, Am I still belong here? Sometimes life is too hard to be alone and sometimes life is too good to be alone. Being alone is also a choice. It's either you need to stand on your own, or let people help you stand, risking your everything that may broke down easily because you trusted them.

he asked. Why is he minding my own business? "No," I briefly answered. "Oh, okay!" he said and held the hold of the swing so he could move it. "But sometimes, being alone is a good thing. Why? Because you do not have to trust people and you do not get disappointed. You just enjoy your day without getting stressed about everyone. Would you agree, yeah?" I thinned my lips because it only matched what I was feeling right now. While I was looking at him, his face started to disorient as if there was something wrong with my face.

"But you came back." "I came back." I press a kiss to her hair. "I don't know why." "Yes, you do." I'm quiet for a moment. "Because I didn't want to be alone anymore." --- The words hang in the air. Alone. I've spent my whole life telling myself that alone was better. Safer. Easier. No one to disappoint, no one to disappoint me. Just me and my lies and the open road. But alone is also empty. And I'm tired of being empty.

But at the end of the day, when you are alone and lonely, you'll throw it out and question why it has to be you among billions of people in the world. Perhaps, this is really how the world revolves.

“That’s all you can do. And remember you’re never alone in this.” For the first time in days, the weight on my chest felt a little lighter.