I think I get so used to being alone, I forget how to do anything else. I'm unlike most, in that I am completely content with growing old on my own. I almost enjoy the idea. Anything else scares the hell out of me, to be quite honest, because if I let my guard down, let her in, allow her into my soul, my essence, my very being, she could fall asleep beside me, wake up at any given moment, and decide to leave.
And then I'd have to learn how to be alone again.
