Tomorrow, I'll Love You Tomorrow

You knew that someday I'd come to the inevitable and frightening realization: I like being alone.

I love long walks by the beach. I love the thrill of perching myself high atop a man-made or natural elevation. I love to sit and watch the sun set until the full moon bathes the world in an ethereal glow.

I love to breathe the cool night air and listen to the music of the eventide. I love waking with the sun to treasure every sliver of light it sends my way. I love to stroll aimlessly around town, through parks, in and out of buildings; past groups of giggling girls, old people, couples, children, everyone, no one noticing me.

I enjoy all these things, and I enjoy them alone.

I never give it a second thought. Company is a luxury. I go about my day in the manner that I always have, and I can say that I feel complete when the day is over. But at night, lying alone in bed, nature turns on me, and all my confidence is banished. I think of you, and I realize how I unwittingly brush you aside, and in the process, hurt you.

Please look inside. Deep down, beneath all that I am outwardly. Reach out and bring it to the forefront, make me see the truth. Could I really live this life alone?

Thank you for standing beside me. Even when I ignored you, even when I forgot you, you never gave up on me. Persist another day, because I can't keep turning my head away. One day you'll triumph, and we'll both win. On that day, I will love you.