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Hi.

Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.

This year taught me that my loneliness has more to do with myself than anyone else. The loneliest I will ever be is when I do not have the strength to love myself.

Never push a loyal person to the point where they no longer care.

Pulling away when closeness is overwhelming; Always the lone wolf.

You want a love that consumes you, you want passion, and adventure and even a little danger. I want you to get everything you’re looking for.

If you’re reading this, if there’s air in your lungs on this November day, then there is still hope for you. Your story is still going. And maybe some things are true for all of us. Perhaps we all relate to pain. Perhaps we all relate to fear and loss and questions. And perhaps we all deserve to be honest, all deserve whatever help we need. Our stories are all so many things: Heavy and light. Beautiful and difficult. Hopeful and uncertain. But our stories aren’t finished yet. There is still time, for things to heal and change and grow. There is still time to be surprised. We are still going, you and I. We are stories still going.

I don’t know if we’re alone in the universe but I’ve met plenty of people who are alone inside themselves.