It was early in the morning. I sat there in the cold diner. The scent of excessive perfume lathered in the air. I looked across the table to see an empty booth. I was very hungry. Even after I ate, I was still hungry, for the hunger I was experiencing was... Deep rooted. It wasn't the hunger that a hearty breakfast meal could fill. It was the hunger for... A person.. Not in a cannibalistic sense, but rather I wanted a person to spend time with. One who cared about me, and I them. While I was sitting at that diner, all by myself, there were times I would imagine I wasn't alone. I'd pretend that sitting across the table from me was my wife. My life long buddy. For the seconds that the apparition appeared in my mind, I was calm. Whenever I would imagine being with her, things felt ok. The thought of having someone to be with forever is.. Poetic. It's profound. I would love to be with just one person for the rest if my life. After I left the diner, I went to go see a movie. I saw a child with his father, and it brought back recollections of going to see movies with my dad when I was younger. My dad and I used to go to the cinema often, but as the years went on, and as what we call time withered away at my father, things did slow down. For a second, after seeing the child with his father, I almost let a tear escape my eye. However I came to my senses. I missed having someone to go to the cinema with, and perhaps if I just found that one person... I'd have someone to go with. I've traversed many places, seen and met many people, yet some of these people have made an impact on me. There was the girl with the colorless hair (not ashen today, but ashen tomorrow), there was the boy from the beach, and then there was the girl with the long blonde hair, and beautiful mind who, truth be told, I still wish I could see the world from her perspective. However with any poem, there seems to always be an element of sadness. Whether it's buried under verses of happiness, or whether it's blatantly obvious there's always something sad. Here's where my sadness comes in. I always seem to lose my friends, and I don't mean I can't find them, I mean I truly lose them after a while. Either I become too draining, or perhaps I upset them. Sometimes... I just don't know. If that's bad, almost every single girl that I've had feelings for, is absolutely repulsed at the idea of even giving me a chance to take them out. My life has been filled with unrequited love. These two things scare me, because if I have no friends, surely I will be lonely, but if I have no special friends, then I will be forever lonely. I mustn't lie, during the summer of 16', I am sleeping most of the days away. No one calls me to have my company, and no one writes me to see how I am. At this point I'm living for others and that my friends... Is the worst way to live.
