After the TV fades from view, leaving behind a dusty void that seems to chastise you, you stumble upon an article titled “How to Embrace Solitude.” You might think to yourself, “I can’t do that; I crave the warmth of a kiss too much.” In those moments, you will sob, the kind of cries that echo the descent into despair, a madness that only emptiness can bring. And amidst the tears, laughter will escape you, a sign of the same madness, battling the hollow silence.
People you once believed cherished you will suddenly withdraw their affection, without any explanation or farewell. You’ll find yourself declaring, “We’re getting a divorce,” and those words will feel foreign, heavy with the weight of someone more seasoned, someone braver than you.
You’ll meet tall strangers over coffee, their conversations swirling around hypnosis and spinal adjustments, peppered with terms like “ellipsis.” They will recount tales of trudging home from Catholic school in the snow, while you listen, feeling adrift. Nights out will find you in bars, where you used to be sound asleep. An unseen DJ will play Barry White in the background as younger women in short shorts laugh and play pool, their carefree joy seeming to hold the answer to the question, “What kind of love is this your givin me?” as they toss their hair.
Friends will comment on your weight loss, praising your beauty and urging you to eat more. At night, you will occupy your side of the bed, sometimes sprawled in the middle, other times retreating to the couch, or even staying awake through the day. You will eventually decide to buy a new bed.
You will take off your wedding ring, gazing at the pale imprint it leaves on your finger, a circle reminiscent of tree rings—each groove marking a year you spent growing together, and each branch symbolizing the struggle to reach the light as you drift apart. In those quiet moments, you may feel that love has forgotten you, that it no longer knows your address, until you hear its familiar knock on your door, accompanied by a playful “shave and a haircut, two bits.” You will hesitate, but ultimately, you will open that door (because of course you will).
Additional Resources
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Conclusion
In summary, the journey through heartbreak and rediscovery is filled with moments of solitude, unexpected connections, and the lingering hope that love will find its way back to you.