Some people are severely lonely, all they can do is accept the single life as an example of being free and happy.

Sometimes when I think, most times, it's desire to have you back. But then, I try not to think.

Sometimes we are that fly in the house, that thinks it sees an open window. So it crawls to, or flies head-on into clear glass. At times getting stuck between the storm and pane, it dies in the windowsill under a tormenting, hot sun.

Sometimes I wonder, that one missing sock after doing laundry, is the smart one. After being unhappy for so long, it finally walks away from a frayed, worn-out relationship.