cross.the.threshold.

Greeted by emptiness's strong embrace was not high on my list of things hoped for but has manifested to be my reality after a long Monday at the office. I've experienced no contact all day from anyone I ever called a companion and no soul present when I cross the threshold into the hollow dwelling I call home. I have no one to answer to, but I also have no one to share my story with. No one will argue if I leave my shoes in the middle of the floor, but I also have no one to laugh with if I trip over said shoes. May these days of unwanted solitude serve me well in a bright and better future, as I hope to have a chance at true love again someday, and pray I never take it for granted.