Loneliness

A little story on how loneliness ( beautiful word by the way ) can destroy us. Hope you like and told you something new. Any complains or comments are well received , better be good things =) . Cya

Time always flied and I tried foolishly to catch it. I lived in an old house with her, not much you could say about the house except it had an antique feel to it. I guess I liked the house but the main thing you need to know about the house is that not only it was antique but very concealed. Light didn’t seem to like going in the house. The walls were thick and the air was so strange I had to take my time to get used to it. It was definitely different. The other thing you need to know about is she. She was a girl a met in school whom I fell in love with. She had this long hair, lovely brown eyes and this beautiful voice. In that time I bet I hadn’t heard anything like it, but I haven’t been proved wrong yet. As we lived in the house, the ordinary routine came to place. We would get home at the same time, do ourselves a little snack and as we were eating we would chat for hours. Time would fly, and I was glad that I had to be with her.  Everything seemed to come to place, except when she was gone. As she gone more usually than normal for her job, I started to develop some unusual habits too. I would talk to myself in loud voice and try to convince myself that that lamp with the gold clock beside it were living a caring things that I had to take care of. I would stay in this state of madness until she came, then all that went away but I was still afraid as why I had became so dependent to a person. I was trying to understand the reasons the why of it. I found an old book from my childhood. They were mainly drawing, but I use to put all my thoughts memories in there. As I passed the pages, I started to see a patron. Every time I draw myself alone, I would use a dark scale of colors, but every time I was with a person, and especially a beautiful angel that I had imagined the colors turned more alive. So was she my angel? Or is it just my desperation? At that exact time, she got home and so I was curious to know what she thought about it. I ask her about how she felt when she was all alone. She made a pretty average an expect answers, arguing that even is she felt sad she could take care of herself. I then told her what happened to me when she was away. She seemed baffled as first as she thought it was some kind of joke, but as I had the serious look on my face she understood what was going on. She then said this answer I will never forget : ¨Maybe its not that you are alone , maybe its that you are happy to be alone , you are just scared of that¨ . 

Author's Note

I hope you like it . A little inside of my life . The girl was real (M.J.Q) , but no the answer