I have come accustomed to being alone.
That does not mean I like it.
That also does not mean I enjoy it.
I am have lost too many friends.
Not one of them was a death.
But instead they all chose to walk out of my life.
Any person I have chosen to get close to.
They choose to walk away.
Usually a man who has gained feelings for me, and cannot stand to just be my friend.
I have also lost the friendship of women.
Women who preferred to live their lives without me in it.
Who found no particular importance in me.
Saying all this does not make it any easier.
It does not make me feel any better.
I am constantly hurt by those who choose to leave my life.
It is hard to let go sometimes, too.
But when they choose to leave, I am left with no choice.
Just another page in my life that I wish could be unwritten.
