Dew Drops on Peony - Hanne Lore Koehler
This is the type of love that the emotional crescendos of romantic films are made of.
Solitude is bliss
The love for being alone has definitely grown on me over time. I think back to when I was younger and I used to absolutely hate it, I felt the need to be surrounded by people all the time, immersed in their somewhat boring small talk and casually engaging in it myself. If I were to be left home alone, I would call my grandma, I would spend the whole time on the phone to her, if she didn’t pick up the phone I would pay a long visit to my neighbours. Every day off school I would be with someone, every weekend I would be with someone, simply thinking about it now tires me out!
Looking back on these times is so odd for me as I usually crave being home alone, spending time with myself and at the most part, not having to wear pants (perks of being alone). It’s ironic, I’m currently alone on a train writing this, and thoroughly enjoying myself.
Don’t get me wrong, I adore the company of some, but theres something about being with myself that I prefer. I have become independent and being alone allows me figure things out, I’ve also stopped worrying about how I’d be perceived for not going out, which is a nice feeling.
Sometimes being around people tires you out, it all becomes overwhelming and you just need to separate yourself from the rest of the earth. Telling someone you don’t feel like hanging out is perfectly fine. Taking a day off school every now and then reserved for some you time is perfectly fine. Regain your senses, gather yourself together, then head out into the swarming, insane world again.
I now feel fortunate that I’m completely okay with being by myself. Not having the need to be around people is comforting within itself. A weekend without plans doesn’t cause me to fret nor bore me to tears. I have come to terms that I am happiest when I’m alone, it has helped my find myself and construct who I am as a person. It’s healthy to spend time alone, you need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person. I don’t fight solitude, and that rules.
And she’s beautiful, she really is. She makes you beautiful too. The way your eyes light up, and the way your grin spreads. Suddenly you have everything. She’s so beautiful. Really beautiful. I’m glad you found her. You’re happy, and it’s beautiful seeing you smile again.
I miss you though. (via actuates)