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

She continued, "You don't have to bear your pain alone. You can actually share them with people who cares and trust me you will feel better and eventually you will get over it" "This is nonsense" Alexander dismissed and went back to his chair. "No sir, it's not. It actually worked for me and my dad" Bella pressed. Alexander raised his face to her as she went on, "When my mother left us, we were so devastated. My dad started drinking and staying out late but thank God for everyone who was there for him, for us..." "Your case is as simple as your mother leaving, mine is much worse. So, your nonsense theory will not work for me." Alexander interrupted.

But I guess it’s okay to say that it’s okay not to be okay most of the time. I was standing front and center with the microphone in front of me and although the house isn’t as full tonight, I could still see a lot of heads and pair of eyes watching me. Some of them are in groups but I could see some are alone. Perhaps they’re just like me. Alone and lonely. I'm alright if you're alright And I'm okay if you're okay It's this state, in this state I'm living in It's just a little bit It's just a little bit lonely in this home its always

I know that enjoying time like this might not seem right to some people—but constantly comparing yourself to others only becomes a burden. And when I reached a certain scene in the novel, I paused. When the right man comes along, everything becomes easy. I let out a quiet laugh. “Or maybe… being alone is what actually makes things easier.” I exhaled deeply. I’m sure I’m not the only one who thinks that way.

Afraid that needing someone made me weak. Now I’m starting to realize that pushing her away made me weaker than anything else ever could. I glance at the shattered phone on the floor. At the journal. At the empty bed. And for the first time in years, I feel completely and utterly alone.

Just Alec and me. Alone.

Not when, for the first time in a long time, I realized I wasn’t alone. And maybe, just maybe… I didn’t want to be.

Together. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I wasn’t alone in this. And that, in itself, was enough.

"Why are you coming this way by this time of the night? It's incredibly lonely out here." I look around me immediately those words left his mouth. It is indeed lonely. Devoid of all living creatures except for restless crickets that supply a terrible cacophony capable of making my bathroom off key singing sound like heavenly music. Did I wander this far without realizing it? "Umm… I'm just seeking some alone time."

She might have bought me into this instead. Staring at the unsuspecting family sharing genuine laughter together was just the worst for me. I felt very much alone and I am alone to be quite frank. I’ve always been alone in this world. It’s making me sick and I decided to move to the next bench just so I won’t be facing the happy and complete family that’s just making me feel jealous and unloved.

It doesn’t bear thinking about. “You know, I used to think I was better alone. Stronger. I see that I was wrong and it’s not about doing things alone. It’s about relying on others, being strong together. Heroes in stories they never do it alone, they always have friends… family…. Sisters, a sidekick. I think WE can get through this, together! If I’m going to shine, it won’t be because I’m doing it all by myself.” There’s some comfort in knowing this time, no matter what, I’m not alone.