Alone
It was always like this until you met the one. The dating, the waiting, the hoping that the next person who walked through the door was the love of your life. The prospects of going through your life being single and not really enjoying it. The saying Young, Free and Single won't apply when your 30 will it?
And if it does will you feel so free being single or more tied down than if you were in a relationship you don't want to be in with someone you don't like. What if the love of your life is staring you in the face and you can't just reach out and grab it with both hands. What if you saw the love of your life everyday and you work with them? Do you move on and forget them the best you can? Or do you go for it and hope you won't get rejected? To be rejected or not to be rejected? What if you knew they loved you too, but they couldn't because of some reason or another? How would you feel if you found out by a reliable source that they loved you as much as you loved them? What if you were going out with someone and you realised that the spark had gone out and it was just another relationship, not the special one of the century. How could you deal with the possibility that everyone knew about a secret relationship that neither of the participants knew about until about two months ago and decided leave it in the room where they found out. What if the 'lovers' went off and married in secret and found out that they could have had a nice ceremony here instead of eloping and then having another one at home. What if your family wanted you two to get together and you didn't know it. How about if there was one chance in a million and you still went for it and it worked? What if everybody's prediction for a love of his or her own would come true? What if the fairytale you made up when you were three came true when you turned thirty? Wouldn't it be sweet if you came out first in the race for love? How far would you go to stop being alone?
By Samantha Carter Aged 13