Loneliness takes us places that love doesn’t

“I don’t miss you precisely. I miss having something to do on Friday nights, and someone’s arms to crawl into. I miss being a part of an ‘us.’ And that’s an awful reason to hold on — being so afraid of being with yourself that you’ll give yourself to anyone else. We always hurt more than we healed, and yet, I still find myself missing you. Loneliness takes us places that love doesn’t… read more >