I don’t feel the pain of loneliness,
But rather, it’s like, loneliness is here in the room, with me...watching me...
His survival depends on me,
So he stays nearby,
He watches, he waits,
For the moment to grab,
The moment to shake me, and to eat me.

But now he knows he can’t touch me...like before,
When he could devour with impunity.

He knows now that if he touches me I will accept him,
And that would kill him.

Because I accept that I am lonely.

He just wants to survive, as I do,
But I’m not fighting him any more,
He knows his days are numbered, and that he can do nothing about it.

And this does not necessarily mean that I will meet and fall in love with someone...someday,
And that all my troubles will be over.

Life...Real Life...isn’t like that.

Troubles never just cease – even if you are in love and are loved in return.
Trouble, pain, change, love, joy, sorrow, happiness, are all part of life.
And some of these things last longer than others.

So I’ll let Life, and this loneliness...happen,
And maybe the next Spirit Partner will be Love.