I like being alone.

I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone.

I like riding the bus  alone, and walking home alone.

It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.

I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.

But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best

friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. 

The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who won’t run away.