It didn't work out.

No matter how seductive the idea seemed to be, I'd dig in my heels and tell myself I wasn't going anywhere. Not like there was anywhere else to go, and I always found myself running heart-first into his arms, like a child running into his mother's embrace after school.

It took the Universe 3 years to finally convince me that I should take a leap into the unknown, which was much more than loneliness. I'm in this world where theme parks, romantic European cities and train rides, BFFs don't and will never exist. Yet, the fact that I'm hungry now tells me that the Earth's still spinning.


I loved the fact that we were two very ugly people.

And the moral? Never say never. I've been fighting a losing battle against all the forces of the Universe. And the Universe always wins in the end, even if it takes years. So I might as well stop biting the bullet and go gracefully.

But now it's me alone against the world.