The lazy days often turn out to be the most exhausting of them all. Introspection, a side effect of solitude, breeds emotions from deep within.
Yet for the first time, legs resting on the snoring body next to me that makes me whole, I do not feel alone. I am not alone. The loneliest days are never as alone anymore.
This isn’t a love letter. But it’s a real letter. I love you G. Thank you for this weekend with me.