On a day like any other, I found a being who piqued my interest.
He listened to the same music as I, dressed as me, had similar interests.
Shall we be friends?
...
If I am to give one piece of advice, it is to never trust people you meet through the suggested accounts section of Instagram.
I thought I had found love once more, but it was nothing more than infatuation and a yearning for comfort.
Comfort which he could not provide either.
So as the clock struck midnight on New Year's Eve, I was worried sick he had done something bad.
Had he overdosed?
Had he carried out his plan?
I never got an answer. He didn't talk about it. Not once again.
Now my heart aches as I remind myself of the pure compassion I showed to someone who could not bother to merely comfort me in a moment of despair and sorrow.
Once again I walk this earth alone, love seemingly out of reach.