Mr. Loneliness

You are my soulmate, Mr. Loneliness.

I wish it were someone else.

But alas, it is you. With your never-ending Hello's and Where Have You Been's?

You walk me to my door every night.

May I come inside?

No.

But there you are, tucking me into bed.

It is you who will walk me down the imaginary aisle and who will say, I do. 'Till Death do we part.

I will love you, Mr. Loneliness.

I will honor you.

When I walked into pre-school in my feet pajamas and boots, you were with me. When I tried out for basketball in 7th grade, you were cheering me on. You were there with me on that dark prom night when I was 15 and then you were with me in my room 6 months later when I took over 40 ibuprofens. You cheered me on then, too.

And all through my failed attempts at college or becoming an adult. In my most private moments, you called my name.

Nobody knows me inside and out like you do.

Nobody loves me like you, Mr. Loneliness.

Copyright by Rachel Drews, 2011. All rights reserved. Any excerpts reproduced from this article should include links to the original.