I like drinking tea alone, and reading alone.
I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone.
It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.
I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.
But when I see a mother with her child;
A girl with her lover;
Or a friend laughing with their best friend;
I realize that even though I like being alone
I don’t fancy being lonely.
I actually want to hate you for making me love you but I can’t because you didn’t even do anything at all except bare your soul to me. You just smiled at me and showed me who you are, told me about your dreams, your hopes, your passions and your fears, and just like that, I fell in love with you; a girl I barely even knew. I’m a terrible writer and I’m even more terrible at expressing and saying what I feel and I really don’t know if I should confess my feelings for you because there is no chance of you falling for me since I’m just a tiny little spark and you’re a supernova