...The house feels empty and still. Although only gone for a few days, knowing that he won't be coming home tonight makes everything feel bare and cold....eating alone, thinking alone, and sleeping alone.... By choice, this kind of solitude brings serenity to my mind and heart, but when out of my hands, they feel bleak and very lonely, craving caring warmth and genuine comfort...
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
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