Mirroring our Loneliness

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How does one describe the feeling of being lonely? Why, the feeling I feel is well, alone. As if my surroundings were all colorful, and here I am, a plain white strip of paper in a pile of confetti. It feels as if your a ghost. As if no one can hear or see you.

I used to let it all out with pain. I thought it would help me feel better, when really it was making it worse, and I didn't even notice it. I would only wear dark colors, and listen to sad music. As if it could possibly heal my deep wounds somehow.

But it all changed when I met him. He taught me that doing all the things I did, wouldn't make me feel better, but it made me feel worse. We often had our arguments - yet sometimes, it felt like we fought every day. He taught me to love myself, and somewhere along the way, I ended up loving him as well.

Now don't get me wrong, he had his own problems too, he was just better at hiding it. Instead of the dark the colors that I would wear, he wore bright ones. And to cover things up, he wore what seemed like countless amounts of bracelets. He never listened to sad music, he listened to happy music, and I, being the selfish person I am, envied it all. Yet, when I got to know him, he was the exact opposite of what he seemed like. He was just like me, only in his own ways, and I was to stupid to realize it.

He changed me. And I changed him. So because of that I'm so grateful for him showing up somewhere along the lines of my life. And if it were for him, I wouldn't be here today. Yet I don't think he knew how much he helped me through it all. Because if he didn't show up, I probably wouldn't have a life to be miserable in. So this is our story. The story, of how two lonely people, transformed their sadness it into love.