” he whispered.
When he left, he did not ask for a key.
I noticed.
So did he.
Now, every morning, I make coffee, open the curtains, water the basil, and sit by the balcony while sunlight moves across the floor.
The room is quiet.
The room is mine.
And I finally understand: being alone is not the same as being unwanted. Sometimes, being alone is simply what continue reading …
