The Only Window With The Light On

Music blasts through my headphones. The rest of my apartment building has gone to sleep hours ago, and here I am, sitting in front of my computer with my chin rested in my paw. It's four in the morning, the perfect time to forget the world. 

"I get lonely a lot," I type, "even when there are people all around me."

I've been working on my profile page all night, and right now, I'm editing my "Fears" section. I don't like this section. Loneliness has been an issue for me for a long time.  High school sucked because most of my friends lived half way across the planet. Chatting online was okay, but it seemed like I was the only one at my school who didn't have a friend group to hang out with. Those memories make my stomach flip.

I turn my music up a little louder, sigh, and glance out the window. 

There's always this one light on in one of the windows across the street. It's always the same window, and whoever lives there stays up till five A.M. every night. Us two are probably the only ones on the whole street with their windows lit up all night. I've never met this person in my life, but whoever they are, I know we have something in common.

I have a big group of friends now, that I love. We're always hanging out and having a great time. But I feel like they don't know me. Like really know me. I've never had a friend that close before. Someone who knows everything about me. Someone I can tell anything to. 

I look out at the street, and I secretly hope I can find a friend like that someday. But for now, the window with the light on makes me feel a little less alone.

Whoever's window that is, I hope they have a good night.