If you live alone, Sunday morning is one of those moments where you feel even more lonely. And do not talk about what you take in the evening with the lights of the city outside of soft music on the stereo and a cup of black tea on the table beside the sofa.
I'm talking about the loneliness that hurts because you realize that in addition to not allow anyone to share things with you, do not even let someone invades your space. I speak of the solitude that will remind you that you have no one to prepare lunch and no one to wake you rolling on your side of the bed.
I'm talking about the loneliness that hurts because you realize that in addition to not allow anyone to share things with you, do not even let someone invades your space. I speak of the solitude that will remind you that you have no one to prepare lunch and no one to wake you rolling on your side of the bed.
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