I'm on the bathroom floor.
Naked, shower water dripping off me.
A black towel limp on my shoulders.

There is a hallow, pulling ache within my chest.

I feel a desperate loneliness.
A longing for a friend, a comforter that I used to have.
Part of me believes that he is a fiction of my imagination.

He used to be my best friend and lover.
On empty, lonely nights like this one I could call to him.
I could talk to him deeply. Like none other, He would wrap his arms around me and comfort me.

Peace.

Now he is gone.
I've shoved him out of my life.

I feel like he is a fairytale that I thought up as a child.

Now, that fairytale has disappeared.
I'm facing the cold world on my own, unwilling to believe in that fairytale again,
Yet so convinced it's the only way.

Alone.