[ WP ] A lone silhouette on a cliff . A blank face in a crowd . A single figure floating through the void . Write me a story of loneliness .

About a month ago, I hated being alone. He'd left for college, and that meant no more pretty hair, no more radiant smile, no more beautiful chocolate-brown eyes or touchable skin or any of the things I'd been so used to for four years. And alone was something I had quickly come to hate. Luckily, one of my best friends was there. He had n't gone anywhere. Had n't moved to another state. He proved to be invaluable to me. 
 
 Less than a week after that, I was becoming okay with alone. I was happy. I was ready to close the distance and solve the problems between us and be together forever. It was a Monday, and I was finally happy, finally off the roller coaster I'd been riding since only Wednesday when he moved. And then he broke up with me. In the week or two that followed, my best friend was still there, still helping to hold me together. And I hated alone all over again. I did n't want to be alone, did n't want to be by myself. Did n't want to be with my own thoughts. When I was alone, I was sad. Everything hurt. He was there for a while, coming over when he could, until he got busy with work, and then more and more often I found myself alone. I hated it, I could n't deal with it. I started spending whole days on my gaming PC, playing *League of Legends, * on the internet, whatever. Anything to distract myself. Anything to save me. I did not want to be by myself, so I would talk to people. Skype, text, chat client on League and Steam... as long as I talked to someone, I felt less alone. I did n't have to deal with it. 
 
 But I had no choice. Over time, I was alone so often that I began to get used to it. It became quiet and okay rather than scary and painful. Now, I do n't need to talk to people. I can, and I want to, but I no longer feel alone. I can spend my whole morning reading a book and be just fine. I can spend my day without seeing any friends and it is okay. `` Alone'' is no longer the awful, painful thing it was. Now, `` alone'' is something... nice. Something for me. I have come to appreciate it. 
 
 Although sometimes, I still do n't want to be alone... sometimes, I kind of want someone... new.
