Comfort

[boythatneverwas]

There was a time when I was comfortable. Not necessarily with myself or my looks, but where I was. There was room for improvement, there was room for new and exciting things, but life was still good where I was. I didn't worry about what being single meant. I didn't worry about sleeping alone. I didn't long for anyone. I wanted companionship, but was fine on my own.

Why has that time passed? Why am I 22 and worried I will be alone forever? Why can't I function without thinking about you? I miss my comfort.

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