Solitude chose me.

I am alone a majority of the time. It is joyous to see people together, but it doesn't give me hope anymore. Nobody, even when I had partners, wanted to enjoy the simple things together with me.

It's sad, but simultaneously a relief to not care anymore. Years have gone by, so many miles on my feet and breathtaking beauty I've experienced by myself.

I thought I was giving up but it's not like a happy surprise wouldn't be a dream come true, I don't have those dreams anymore though. I have accepted I am too strange to be part of human interaction and togetherness. I'm not welcome at anyone's table and it was never a matter of what I deserve(d). I just don't belong.