All alone once again; surrounded by the blackness. All alone at home, all alone at school. I might be around hundreds of people yet I am alone. They ask what's wrong. I shrug. Doesn't matter. I can survive myself. Only one guys asks if I am okay. I say no and start to cry. He knows me too well. He sits next to me on the carpeted floor. Ke knows i am not okay. He asks if i need a hug. I cry. I don't care to unfold my arms. I tip over into his side. He puts his arm around my shoulder. He rubs my leg to comfort me. He whispers everything will be okay. I whisper back, no it won't. I wish I could stay there against his side forever. It was like I fit right in. I couldn't speak. So I wrote. The conversation ended nicely. I wish I could see him more. We're freinds but that;s it. Maybe even brother and sister. That's where the story ends. I Wish it would go farther. I don't want to be alone anymore. I want to have someone who I can just hug and won't let go until they know I am okay, maybe even after.