Hansonreflection

For the longest time, I feared being alone. There has never been anything more all-consuming than that fear. It would consume me in the middle of the night, leaving my heart racing and my eyes wet with tears. Year after year, guys would come in and out of my life, and there presence would merely touch my radar. A tiny flit of feeling in a relentless stream of everyday life. They would come and go; and as they left I only had one feeling after they would leave. Fear. Not of them actually leaving me, but of myself being alone. I always thought it was strange, but I just played it to the fact that I needed someone in my life and that was it. I