No matter who I sought or where I searched, loneliness followed me: an invisible ghost I tried to forget about, but who always managed to show up and ruin the party. I tried to ignore the litle pest, but he kept tapping me, first on one shoulder, then the other. I tried acknowledging him, but that just made him more cocky and vocal. He was just a little guy, but his presence devastated me.
I knew that once I found someone to take his place, he would disappear, but for now, he was my most constant companion. He wasn't the one I was waiting for, though.
I kept stealing furtive glances at the walls, hoping to see a hand or a grin, nearly camouflaged against the wallpaper, but ready to pop out. Still nothing, though. It was on the sixth cup of coffee that I realized I'd been stood up. Again.
Of course I had friends--good friends--I could go out with. I wasn't doomed to a life of complete solitude. Somehow, though, they just made my little friend shout all that much louder. Oh, most of the time it wasn't when we were out, but once we got home, he wouldn't shut up.
Everywhere we went, I looked at the walls, hoping desperately that I'd see that grin and know. Instantaneously know that soon, my "something different" would jump out of the walls and beat the crap out of my little buddy.
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