Loneliness is real, but this is not it. This is the kind of loneliness you have to get used to. This is the kind of loneliness that makes you who you are. How you fill your time now tells the person you are today who to become tomorrow. Will you clutch your loneliness to your chest and cradle it, nurse it, let it sour you? Or will you breathe softly with it, hear it out, let it ripen and blossom until it is no longer loneliness but nourishment, so that your soul swells to fill the spaces left by absence?
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