Sometimes a moment of solitude is just a faded sorrow. You remember fringes of it, but forgot most of it. Moved on from the sadness, but still find comfort in the thoughts.

Loneliness is sadness.Solitude is happiness.

And then they bid their final goodbye which marked the end of their story. And beginning of two new stories.

Sometimes I wonder if being an introvert is a curse. On one hand you find solace in your own company and never feel sad about being alone. And on the other hand, you are afraid to even express your feeling to one you love until there is nothing but regret is left.

What if we were wrong and chased happiness only to find sadness in quest.Maybe it was sadness that had all the comfort in the world.

Sometimes all colors of happiness fades away, sometimes sadness finds it's own colors.