So, instead of waiting to be chosen, I learned to choose myself. I bought a small house on the edge of town — two bedrooms, a front porch with a swing, and far too much space for one person. I filled the rooms with books, plants, and all the little things people gather when trying not to feel so lonely. But no matter how much I decorated, silence always crept back in. Some nights, I would sit by the window and imagine what it would be like to hear little footsteps running down the hallway. I no longer dreamed of perfection; I just longed for laughter, for someone to care for and love.Continue reading…
