Watching couples stroll past me in the rain, wishing I had someone to carry my umbrella.

No, this was not your typical romantic scenario.

No, I would not no longer feel the rain dripping down my back and look up to see a handsome young man smiling down at me.

No, I was not going to be fine with it.

I was going to watch the rain drench my boots as I stared down.

Hoping, dreaming for someone to love.

For someone to love me.

I had told myself that I would move to the city

That I would become CEO of a large company.

That I would find true love.

That I wouldn’t cry.

But you can't just tell yourself something.

Especially something that isn’t true.

I was only young.

I didn’t know what I was doing.

It had only been a week and I was already sad.

I couldn’t tell myself to stop anymore.

I couldn’t tell myself anything.

When my teardrop hit a puddle, I saw the ripples.

I saw myself.

Crying.

Alone.

Forgotten.

I would not let myself be forgotten.

But that wasn’t my choice.