He wandered the plains, not stopping. He simply walked around, uncaring. I see him, far away where I am. I’m nowhere near him. I’m in my house, laying in bed and thinking of him, worrying for him even though we’re just friends. I’ve stopped caring about weather we will be together, and I just want him safe. I understand why he went away and wandered. But even so, it makes me alone. My friends left, so I’m the only one left. I’m used to it though, because of my life. It’s not horrible, but its bad enough for me to cry over it. But………..he cares for me like a father, so his new title that I don’t let him forget is Pa. So, my pa left, and so did ma…. I’m alone again. But it’s all right. I can deal with it.