I
enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city
alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and
lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one
to miss, of having no one to love.
I understand. That’s
the
trouble. I understand.
I’ll understand all the
time. All day and all night.
Especially all night. I’ll
understand. You don’t
have to worry about that.
Perhaps many things inside you have been transformed; perhaps
somewhere, someplace deep inside your being, you have
undergone important changes while you were sad.