It's terrifying to which point we are alone... even when we are with hundreds of people, even if we have family, friends, lovers, kids around us... we are still alone!
We come to this world as strangers, we leave it as strangers.
We have our secret thoughts, our secret feelings and all those moments that we tacitly promised ourselves to forget and not to tell anybody about... nobody really knows us, even those who love us they don't love "US", they love the idea they have about us, they love what we represent inside them or how they imagine us to be, that's why whenever something happens to shake that image they realize we are not the same, and the love fades away.
Sometimes they leave, sometimes they stay because they are afraid of loneliness, because they need us for some reason, or because we need them.
The same thing applies to us, we don't love people, we love that space we dedicate in us to them.
In conclusion, there is no "true" or "real" love, there is only one true love in life... the love we have for ourselves, because in the end everybody is just a part of us!
I look around at people and i wonder; is it only me or everybody else happens to feel this way sometimes? is it only me or everybody else at very strange moments think the same way?
Of course I am not talking about living alone or travelling alone or any of those habitual random things that we might do on our own. I am talking about the inner self, about our internal world; the world we have inside our hearts and minds.
I am sure that every human in this world has his own universe inside himself, a unique universe that involves his dreams, hopes, memories, desires, thoughts, feelings, imagination, even his hallucinations and obsessions.
It might be only me... yet again... it's only a part from my universe.
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