Lonely Stories

They say," there's someone for everyone." They're wrong, you know. There are many, many people in the world who are alone, and will always be alone. They live alone, eat alone, sleep alone. And they'll die alone. They will never have anyone.

Some of these people are upset about being alone. Some others are happy and embrace it. But most are just resigned to it. That's just the way it is for them. They've been alone since they can remember, and don't see that changing. It's easier, and it hurts less.

These are the people I want to talk to. I want to ask them, what made them resign to loneliness? What story can they tell, what buried memory they can retrieve, to describe what set them onto this lonely path? What crushed their spirit for companionship so thoroughly that they've never even conjured the idea of a companion again?

Did they never have someone? Did they have a person once, and said "never again"? Did they have someone so stunning that they could never settle for someone else?

About the lonely people, Paul McCartney asked two questions: where do they all come from and where do they all belong? They come from a place where they weren't alone, and realized that they belong alone.