"All the lonely people, where do they all come from? Where do they all belong?" -Eleanor Rigby by The Beatles.
"I know… you don’t get yourself. People say you have such a wonderful life.
Wonderful? Hrmm, that might even be an understatement. Your life is booming. You’re at the peak of everything- career, social life, and relationships. Everything in your life was going according to plan…
And yet there’s something that’s troubling you inside.
You weren’t sure what it was at first, but I can still remember that one morning, a couple of months ago, when it all began. You thought it was just one of those nasty hangovers. You being you, tried to sleep it off. You even dreamt of waking up, and that everything was normal again.
But when you really woke up, it was still there.
It was like a small dark seed planted inside your heart that slowly gnawed at every waking moment of your existence. At first you said you were just feeling under the weather, that you had a heavy feeling in your heart that dampened everything. But as the days went by, you told me it got worse.
I thought you were just being your adorable self- pulling lines that seemed profound out of thin air. I remembered shrugging you off. You asked me if it was possible to be alone when you were together with someone.
Photo was taken on Snake Island, Zambales. No connection with the WIP short story at all. Cheers!