There's nothing more lonely than waking up one day remembering you were once alone and lonely in the world, met someone who made you feel seen and loved, and now they're gone.
It's a different kind of loneliness. You live your life surviving off of the crumbs left on the table you once shared.
I am utterly, biblically, and unfathomably alone, and I'm afraid this is how I'm simply meant to live my life. The lonely must have already taken me I just didn't know it. Maybe I am already living my greatest fear. Perhaps this is me trapped in the alternate universe where I am unseen, unloved, and unheard.














