The withered leaves and cracked glasses.

The worst part about being alone is not the tears that never seem to stop coming from your eyes, the worst part is not even the unread messages, the missed calls or new mails on yahoo inbox. Even "I love yous" and "I will always love yous" can be lived without. The songs might also stop breaking and hurting your heart after a point. The worst part is darkness. The nights, lonely and dark nights. Rainy and cold nights. Nights when a nightmare wakes you up in the middle of nowhere and you get up and open your eyes to realize that the nightmare's continuing. Those are the moments when loneliness gets to you and you begin wondering how, when and most importantly, why did it go wrong. And you are just left to yourself and your ever haunting thoughts and an endless trail of tears and silent shrieks. And that is the worst thing about being alone.