Every day, I oscillate between “I deserve peace” and “I’ve lost something important.” Sometimes, I long for a man’s shoulder to lean on. There are times when I just want someone to hold me and whisper, “Everything will be alright.” But at home, there is only silence. And that silence is stronger than any words.
3. You get used to solitude.
At first, it’s painful. Then, you get used to it. No one criticizes, demands anything, or is late. But with time, the lively exchanges, the smiles, and the spontaneity disappear. At some point, you realize: comfort doesn’t rhyme with happiness.
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