6th grade. She walked in. She was beautiful, I didn’t know why but, she was beautiful. What I didn't know at the time was that it was the beginning of my dalliance with loneliness. She had a boyfriend, so did the next one, and the next one. Life is filled with no's but one of them's gotta say yes, right? No. As technology evolved, so did the million and one different ways the world used to remind me that I am the loneliest wolf in the universe. I howl at the moon every night asking for a hug, a head on my shoulder, a kiss. Did you have to put dozens upon dozens of people proudly displaying their love, for the world and my poor heart to witness unfiltered? Why do I get in trouble for doing the things they complain we never do, I bought flowers, I wrote songs, I did magic, I made signs, I tried everything. What is wrong with me? I ask. But they don't tell me, they go behind my back and I get punished for trying to escape. It's a dark place, my eyes refuse to close and give me respite from the daily torture. Am I strong enough to stand another day? What did it take for me to convince myself to give the world just one more day to look? Thunder strikes and settles me down. Silence. What am I doing? Why do I care so much? Tell me why it's not worth it, I've heard it so many times. Yet I feel lonely. I dream of a kiss I will never get. I dream of a love I'll never have. I dream of music. The music that only exists inside my psyche. Yet, it fades when I wake up. Is it too much to ask for a girl to give me time? I guess time is too precious to waste on a fool like me? Tried I have and I will keep trying. Might get hurt. Who cares? I'm used to it. Dream. Dream again. Maybe I'll give this world another day.