I’m Fine

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I wonder if I’ll be ready

To fall in love

Live with someone

Be with someone

Trust in someone .

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I have proclaimed

That I’m OK

Being alone

Right now, I’m fine

On my own.

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I do wonder though

If there will come a time

That I will think to myself

‘Hey, it’s time’ .

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Will I want to call someone

As soon as I get home

Or cook for someone

Soup with some stones .

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Will I want to go out

On a regular basis

Have some dinner

End with a kiss .

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Will I want to spend a day

Staying at home

Watching TV

Or writing a poem

Someone right beside me

With me alone .

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Will I want to miss someone

Because I didn’t see

His face for a day

Or two hours

At the least .

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It sounds all good and fun

Might have time to try it out

At a later time

At a later life

For now

For all intents and purposes

I have been fine

I am fine

I will be fine.

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Robot

I’m not depressed

It’s just that I am alone

I don’t even feel sad about it

It’s just something that I know

I also know that I have to fix it

If I wish to be moving on.

I don’t need someone to appreciate me

I just need someone to talk to

It doesn’t have to be human

An infant dog would also do.

It has been weeks

It hasn’t blown over

This loneliness of mine

That’s why I need to take action

Any solution would be fine

As long as I don’t have to

Talk to strangers

Go out after 5

Talk about religion

Or why I don’t go out at night.

I basically need someone

Who’ll just be around

Talk when being talked to

And shut up if not.

Right.

I need to get me a robot

Right here, right now

As long as it looks human

Has eyelids and all that

I’m fine with a 16 gig RAM

And an updated system

To take in information

And process fast enough

To the nonsense this brain shoots

It should keep up.

A cold metallic friend is not sad at all

It’s more than what I have now

No lower could I fall

I’ll take what I can get

Is what I’ve always said

For now I am alone

And as such will lie in bed.

Love?

flower

Yesterday was Valentine’s Day. Yesterday was the first time I understood Valentine’s Day. I think it helped that I was in a place where you would not be ostracized by the fact that you don’t have a date. Valentine’s Day was just another date on the calendar. Coming from where I came from though, I still felt that this day was special. I’m just glad that I was away from the girls carrying bouquets of flowers from their boyfriends or boys carrying bouquets of flowers for their girlfriends. It is like scrolling through Facebook. You see a little piece of other people’s livesĀ and you spend the rest of the day questioning what you have done with your life to not deserve a bouquet in your arms. Being away from all that is like logging out of Facebook. It’s freedom. It allows you to make your own meaning of life.

And love. That is the only meaning of Valentine’s Day for me. Technically, I do not understand that word. But as ambiguous as it is, it still makes more sense than chocolates and flowers and diamond rings. I watched Girls yesterday and one of the characters said that love is the easiest thing in the world. I want to protest. I really do. But somehow, I can’t get myself to. Every moment that I was breathing in Valentine’s Day air, I was being reminded to be grateful for my continued existence. And every time that I was greeting someone with a heart-felt “Happy Valentine’s Day!” I was shouting it in the face of someone that I cared about. If love then had to be explained, I’d probably use its middle name, appreciation, or its nickname, caring, somewhere in the definition. Two words that are beautiful enough for me to understand love.

I used to despise Valentine’s Day. It was a reminder that another year had passed with me buying Ferrero Rocher for myself, not having allergies from pollen-ridden flowers in my arms, not braving the traffic with someone holding my hand. It turns out, all it takes is getting on a plane and landing not too far away. I can buy my Ferrero Rocher. I can have allergies from other things besides flowers. And I can sway my arms while walking alone. I am all right. I am amazing. Valentine’s Day is about love. And it is what I have within and all around me. Happy Valentine’s Day everyday, everybody.

 

Unfriend

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I unfriended him today on Facebook. I feel tears marching their way towards my eyes. I feel a frown slipping its way down my lips. I feel a heartbeat thumping against my chest. I feel moisture in my throat drying out. I feel a weight resting on my shoulders. I feel a throbbing coursing through my brain. This is how sadness feels. This is how anger feels.

This is a step that I am proud to have taken. I don’t know if it’s the right step, I am proud nonetheless. I have held on to that hope for far too long. To be honest, I know that I still am holding on. I am still waiting for him to change his mind. I am waiting for everybody to change their minds. They never have. I don’t know why I am still hoping that they ever will.

My shoulders are getting heavier still. My breath is getting shallower.

I am proud of what I have done. That is all there is to it right now. There is anger, sadness, disappointment, discouragement. But I hope still. So pride. That’s all there is to it right now.