Loneliness is not just about being alone. I am lonely, not because I lack for company and friends, but because I miss Burt’s company.
I love my friends. I am grateful to have them with me. I am fortunate to have them in my life. I enjoy our conversations, our outings, the time we share.
On the premise that two things can be true, I am both happy with my friends’ companionship, and sad because I miss Burt.
Had Burt and I not met would I feel lonely today? Not in the same way, I think.
There wouldn’t be any missing in it. I’m grateful, need I say, that we did meet.
On the premise that more than one can be true I am both happy that we had that life together and sad, in that melancholy vein. Grateful, yet having the memories of our years deepens the loneliness.
this is our life 