Being ignored by others in the world doesn't really matter all that much because they, in fact, do not matter. But when it comes to the people you love and care for, it becomes a serious problem. How would it feel if you found that that one person who could change your whole life around in an instant just completely gave up on you? Try coping with the aftermath of having people leave your life unexpectedly and you having no say in it. Then watch as they creep back into your life and you're deathly afraid of losing them all over. A vicious cycle, isn't it? I wonder why we put ourselves through this excruciating amount of pain for the people we love. Keyword, of course, being love. It always boils down to emotions and how we act upon those emotions.

It was a beautiful vacation day as the breeze whistled past my ears and I was greeted by a rising sun. The ship rocked ever so slightly -- in unison with the waves down below. I walked out onto the deck and placed my hands on the railing, looking out into the distance of the ocean. I didn't know what I was looking for, but I kept staring ahead. I wanted something to change in this scenery--for something to better me. Nothing changed in my life --just the same bullshit from the people who claimed they were my friends and those who loved me. I was a fool anyway. It was my fault for believing and getting entangled in their web of lies. Broken promises layered their tongues because it was all I ever heard coming out of them. I was tired of being left in the dust and being pushed aside.

My emotions would always manage to get the best of me. I had to persuade myself not to throw the lawn chair next to me overboard--that would really result in a scolding from the captain. The captain was a bitter man. Rumors spread around the ship saying that he was never married like he claimed he was.

How lonely he must be, I thought.

I did not want to become the type of man the captain was. Many people have fears of heights, clowns or the sea, but I have a fear of being left alone. Leaving and never coming back -- that should be the real fear in life.

I looked to the right side of the ship and noticed another figure staring off aimlessly into the sea. Perhaps he was pondering the same thought as I was. Maybe he was just as afraid of being deserted as I was.