Chapter Twenty Two
There's something romantic about being alone. There's this peaceful comfort that washes over you. Like the calming of the sea after a devastating earthquake that coincided with a glacier. Splitting into other fragments off Antarctica. It was a breeze after a storm. Being able to say that I could find comfort in being alone was something I felt proud of. There was always this part of me vying for attention, from all aspects. I wanted my parents to give me the love and care I felt I deserved. I wanted a best friend who could always be honest, someone I could continuously count on. And I wanted what every little girl dreams of, love. Love. Love. Love. Love. It's a four letter word embedded in our minds, made of happiness and great memories. Something that was always positive, affectionate a
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