I lived alone for three years before meeting D. For the first two years, it was great. Refreshing -- after living in a full house all my life, it was nice to have some peace and quiet all to myself. Rewarding -- to be able to fend for myself and know that I can. I was content with myself, with my own company. By the third year, the loneliness started to seep in. And soon I was craving the company of someone who I can laugh with, talk to about how my day went or the weird guy on the train or about something I did that made me feel silly, share a meal with, watch a movie, hold hands with. The need for someone became more and more dire. Somehow the novelty of living an independent life wore off, and I became consumed by loneliness.
Until D came along.
But for my friends who are going through that now - experiencing the palpable loneliness that grows as each day passes by - this is for you, a beautiful poem by poet/singer/songwriter Tanya Davis.
For lonely is a freedom that breathes easy and weightless.
Lonely is healing if you make it.
