It's humiliating to admit, but among close friends, which we are here, we can tell the truth.
Being alone is horrible.
We want a partner.
We don't want to spend every weekend by ourselves.
We're sick of the long holidays when no one else is around.
But to soften our grief, we can take comfort from a small, seemingly incidental detail.
Being alone is not always equally awful.
Some nights it's excruciating, others entirely bearable, even quite nice.
The sheer physical act of being at home for extended hours without anyone else around doesn't carry any single interpretation.
Through some lenses, it's innocent.
