There are times now. Moments. Brief, breath-catching, snippets of my night. When I feel lonely.
My freedom, and independence is lovely. It is. And meeting new people. And having that “shiny new” feeling of excitement and curiosity. It’s all very nice.
But.
Still.
It’s also very nice to sleep next to someone. To have a lap to stretch my legs over when I watch TV. To talk to when I’m sad or moody and not having to feel needy.
I don’t think I would change things. In general, I think I’ve made the right decisions (mostly) which have lead me to where I am now.
But.
Still.
Loneliness is worse than being alone.
