You know what, yesterday I fell down a pair of stairs. Fell down to the ground screaming and got right back up with bloody knees and a pain that almost brought me to tears. (Okay yeah, I cried like a baby but in my own privacy!) Well, I decided the rational thing to do was to drive home which is 30 minutes away, with blood running down my leg; but all I wanted to do was cry to someone, to just have someone tell me to calm down and that it was going to be okay.
Well I realized one of the most painful realizations, that I’m alone. That’s what being on your own is like, dealing with even the most complicated problems by yourself. I always said I could do things on my own, I thought it would be easy, being independent, but it’s not.
Maybe we were meant to be in pairs.
