Here I am, sitting in the middle of the ghat, thinking about you and about life. It's been almost two years, and somehow I'm still waiting for something I can't even name anymore. People often ask me why I choose to be alone. The truth is, I'm stuck between opening my heart to new people and protecting the peace I've found in solitude. Maybe that's why I keep choosing to stay alone. And now, the people I once called friends are talking behind my back. It hurts, but it also reminds me that not everyone who walks beside you is truly with you.