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You know, I really hate sleeping alone.
I mean, I've nothing to compare it to, and I'm sure all the pair'd people reading this will chime in with comments about how sharing a bed is no picnic.
But going to bed alone and waking up the next morning with no one to face the day with besides myself...well, leaves me feeling there's something missing.

I've really no right to complain; I've wonderful friends, and so much to do with them this summer.

But I still feel lonely.