And I have this really weird feeling that everything happens for a reason. Even the loneliest of events happens for a very good reason. I choose to believe. For I choose to be happy. I will never dwell on my past mistakes but rather learn and go on. For I’ve loved and lost, lived and learned. But still, I won’t give up. For I refuse to be lonely.

And though I cry today, I refuse to cry forever. For my soul wasn’t meant to be lonely. I may be alone at the moment, but not for long. This I know. And somebody may come again but is destined to leave anyway. I wouldn’t care. For the fact of the matter is, I will keep myself intact. She will never leave with the whole of me. But I will celebrate the emotions I felt, for I am human. And I refuse to be lonely. And detach from it all for it’s a hateful world. But I refuse to hate. Love is what I should feel for every molecule and every particle in this universe.

And I may be senseless. I am meaningless. But I refuse to make myself trivial, for I am significant. These words have no meaning. No sense, no direction. Meaningless. But not me. For I refuse to be lonely.

And though my refusal is futile, I will never give up.