My days started to get better. I was laughing a little louder, smiling a little bigger. I saw more stars on my papers, more hearts on my phone. Time went by faster with me not wanting the day to end. I had gimmicks that I never wanted to leave, that annoyed my parents with me constantly extending my stay.
It made me notice the colours of the sunsets, the applauses, the cheering. I started to notice the great things in life.
I think it was because I was surrounded with entities that made me feel much better. People whose jokes made me laugh, whose actions would make me smile. People whose hugs made me felt like everything right in the world and whose words made me believe it.
I had forgotten it all. I was crying because of laughter not because of pain. My smiles weren't forced anymore. I didn't look dead and pale when I looked in the mirror anymore.
It was all because I didn't feel alone anymore; because I wasn't alone anymore.
But there will be moments in your life when you think you aren't alone, and the next thing you know, you are, and turns out, you always have been.
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Musing
RandomShort essays, maybe even poetry. This isn't a love story written in rhymes or narratives. This is the story that everyone goes through. In this, you will find 2am thoughts, tears, rants, good bye's, and hello's. You will find the little things I lea...
