Between Hope and Desperation

After a few days of my not knowing where, the deuce, she had gone, she finally came back. To be honest, I was beginning to worry. Not only it is unnerving to be constantly expecting her to walk through the door, and thus put an end to my solitude, but an additional angst is added on whether or not she is gone only to avoid me.

After all, those turned to be silly surmises. She had only gone home for the weekend and forgot to tell me about it. Not pleasant, but no harm done, anyway. And although I did enjoy spending some time alone, it seems now that she is back that I had indeed missed her company, missed having a person to talk to around.

For the two years we have lived together, I can’t say we became friends or anything, but I am quite used to her ways and it is a natural thing to live with her. Everyone would prefer living alone or with his family, but as it turns out, living with a decent roommate is not too bad. 

Her absence only proved that whatever I say about pefering solitude, it is true that the person is a social animal and needs his peers.