Loneliness is a strange kind of spell – one you don’t always know you’re under until it’s broken
And once it is and the emptiness has been recognised and remedied, well it seems impossible that you ever survived before. How did you make it through all of those dinners for one and nights without talking to a soul? How did you not notice the gaping chasm beside you in bed and how the silence you always found comforting was not that comforting at all?
You don’t ask for this awareness, but it’s there, and in itself a kind of curse, reminding you of what it felt like to be carved out like a pumpkin shell two weeks after Halloween.
The fear that you’ll be hollowed out again is ever present. And you know that this time, it won’t be the good kind of alone. This time, the silence will be a scream.
Loneliness is a curse that should not be broken by those who cannot stay.