I’ve never been attached to anyone. It has always been me. I do not lean on anyone. I don’t expect people to be there to console me in any way—though I do have a lot of these people. I don’t expect anything from anyone. Problems, I deal with myself. Everything else, I sort it all out on my own. It has always been this way and I am entirely okay with it.
Yet today I felt something different. I came home to an empty, dark place—a definite rarity. The lights were not on, a sign that my roommate was not in. My large window held a lovely cityscape view of one of the most beautiful cities of the country. Brightly lit buildings stretching out as far as the eye can see. Lights. I can’t explain it exactly; this is the closest I’ve ever been to lonely. I can’t help but think that it would be nice to have someone to come home to. Not waiting for me, but just there. For once, I would like not to feel so alone. Something to look forward to at the end of the day.
Weakness.
I feel weak.
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