Perhaps I was created to be alone, as if my heart wasn't made to fit into another's hand, as if every love I've known was only meant to pass through me, never stay. Perhaps I had been created with cracks too deep for others to fill, and walls far too high for others to climb. I do wonder if I was always meant to be the one who watches from afar, one who loves deeply but is never chosen.
I watch the world around me, see how people connect so easily, and I wonder if perhaps something is wrong with me. If there's a part of me that keeps me alone, something broken that can't be fixed. Maybe I was made to be the one who understands but is never truly understood.
Maybe I'm just meant to listen but never be heard, to love but never be loved the same way. Maybe my heart was made to hold more than it should, to hurt in silence while the world keeps going, not even noticing.
If that's true, if I was meant to be alone, then I just hope I can learn to accept it. Perhaps maybe, I will.
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