Alone

I crave being alone; that ten years from now, I badly want to settle with just myself—for there, I keep on telling myself, I can finally find the peace that I have been searching. Yet at the back of my mind, I am still questioning things; what if it's actually my destiny to be alone, and not just the very thing that I have been wanting? What if I was designed to be on my own, and to never find someone to lean on forever? What if I am not totally breaking the fate, instead, it's my future reality?

Life's uncertain, indeed. 'Though people might want to be in full solitary, here are these smallest of thoughts in their heads; that somehow, someone might dare to change what they had already planned for their own lives; that while it's worth it to be on such solo state, someone on the crowd would make them feel that they are still worthy to be loved in the most special way someone could have done.