Lone

In life, since you're a child, you are promised the finding of your other half. Or the one to complete you. Or the one to take your breathe away. You are promised a life worth living through the eyes of a mate.

And then one day you realize that perhaps, somehow, in some far away land unbeknowest to you all of those dreams have gone to rest. Because the truth is that although it was promised, it wasn't realized.

And so you grow old. go old. All the past relationships just tremors in the new version of your life. Somehow it stopped making sense and fear crept in. You let fear in because the thought of the maybes was so consuming, so filling, so passionately electrifying that it lost purpose.

And so now you wonder, will you die without realizing what it's like to want to be wanted, to need to be wanted, to need to be needed? Will you ever live to know the difference between discomfort and desire. Will you ever know what its like to yearn or be yearned for?

Will you ever? A lone, lacking filler, lacking the one. And in those happily ever afters the only truth that remained was that of a tale that once occurred, that no longer is.