The thought of being alone scares me. It’s not that I don’t like my own company, most of the time I prefer it, with the exception of my son.

But to be alone, no one to hold me, to laugh with me, to argue over who leaves the milk out. To wake up alone in the morning light with a cold side of the bed. The only person to ask how your days been being your man on the other side of the phone. 

I don’t want to be alone, I don’t want to grow old on my own. I don’t want to live alone.

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