Though exhausted, I attended the wedding. Eight friends were around me, enjoying the celebration, but inside me, something felt incomplete.
A large globe hung from the ceiling, shimmering like the moon had cast its reflection onto the hall. The lighting made everything look magical, beautiful, perfect. Everyone around me was laughing, talking, absorbed in their own little worlds. Yet I felt... absent. Present, but not really there.
I watched them the way their lips moved when speaking, how natural and beautiful every gesture seemed. And in that, I felt a strange emptiness creeping into my chest. I tried to immerse myself in the crowd, to blend in, but even my own laughter felt frozen, restrained.
When the food was served, my plate was filled, Even my hands trembled slightly, holding my fork.....as if everything around me felt.... incomplete .
Later, I looked in the mirror and saw myself...my reflection mirroring the loneliness I felt inside......My heart whispered..... You are incomplete. Something is missing in you…
That day I realized that loneliness isn't just about being alone. It's about bearing all your thoughts within yourself, absorbing the words and actions of others, witnessing people around you without truly connecting, and silently watching your dreams slip by.
All of this left me feeling isolated, changing me in ways I couldn't describe. Every problem, every pain, every tear I held inside was a part of this solitude. And in that moment, I couldn't even recognize myself.