I don't remember the last time I was out on my own and I didn't enjoy it. I was always the kinda person who would literally romanticize everything, from my morning commute to my cup of coffee, to the strolls I took alone and most of the time I didn't mind it because every time when I was alone I was never actually alone.
My thoughts were too consuming, my brain would pick out the most mundane of things and turn them into something cute, fun, and silly and I would keep thinking about it for the rest of my day, smiling secretly to myself. Imagine how it would feel to actually live it.
And one way or another my brain would conjure up scenarios far from reality and each one of them had one thing in common and I don't think I would have to tell you guys what or might I add whom it was. Yes, you are on the right track it was and will be always Alex.
