“I am lonely, but I am not alone”

I dedicate this post to the director and writter of the movie “One Day”, who ever you are, you made me weep and remember…
When I was in 10th grade I used to write a lot of poems. By then they were all about love, finding love, being in love, rejection, friends, being yourself, etc. The thing is that most of what I wrote I never had the chance to really feel it. If you understand me please raise your hand! I don’t know how to describe the feelings I felt while I was writing those poems, I mean they were good, really good. But they were sad, really sad. It is odd reading them now, I have flashbacks of those days I went on writing poetry and how love was pouring from those pages, but right now I realize that I’ve been pouring love since then. I sleep thinking that I may never fall in love and I wake up thinking of that day that I realize that I was in love, but never told. Strange, how you let the most intelligeble person slip through your fingers. He would have understand. I could have told him “I love you” and even if he just loved me as a friend, he would have make me feel good, not heartbroken, because at least I would not be pouring love right now for someone that has become out of reach. But I understand, love will come soon. And just like in the movie, “I am lonely, but I am not alone“