I like being alone. I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone. It gives me time to think, and set my mind free. I like eating alone, and listening to music alone. But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with his or her best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy...
I like people who understand.
The type who aren’t quick to judge. You can vent to them, and labeling you will be the last thing on their mind. They don’t believe rumors because they know there are two sides to every story. They give you chance, before they judge you. They get to know who you really are, then have an opinion. I like those type of people, real people.