There is a direct correlation between the dropping temperatures and my growing awareness of being alone.
Every year at about this time, I suddenly realize that I am alone and have been for a very long time. The thought, which is usually tucked away in the back of my mind, claws its way to the forefront and camps out until March. I am not sure why this is. Maybe it's just easier to be lonely when it's cold outside.
At any rate, it makes me feel immensely girly. Not the good kind of girly with lipstick and dresses, but the bad kind that makes you feel stupid and vulnerable because you want someone.
I am fine without someone. I do not need someone. I am not wallowing in my misery. I'm not even miserable. Sometimes I just think it would be really nice if I had someone to lie in bed and read with, or dance in the car to Coldplay with, or have a Harry Potter marathon with.
It's not so bad to want things from time to time.