Resignation

"Men like us - we were meant to be alone."

The words echo painfully through my memory. And each time I try to prove him wrong, I fail again and again.

The one that I loved, the one that I gave my heart to, wouldn't love me back.

She offered me friendship, as a consolation.

There's a special breed of men who are capable of surviving on their own.

They live on their own. They work for themselves. They hunt alone. They cook for themselves. They do everything on their own.

They don't need friends. Friends just get in the way of doing things in the right manner.

But they do need love.

People say, "Before you look for love, you need to love yourself."

Loners don't need to be told to love themselves. They love themselves enough to exclude themselves from all the regular nuisance that comes with dealing with people and crowds.

I don't think people want to understand me.

I don't think people can grasp the meaning of the words that I speak, even when I clearly try to explain myself.

Some people choose to ignore what I'm saying because they have their own notion of what they think I'm trying to convey.

Some people have selective hearing. They choose to ignore some of my words and only respond to others.

I don't need your friendship.

I don't need your pity.

If I loved you, it was because I thought you were worthy of my love.

I don't need your consolation.