It's difficult, learning to be alone. One day you're walking arm in arm and everything seems in place, and the next day you're learning to walk alone. It makes me miss the feeling of being wanted. Of having someone in my life who made me feel like they had their hand extended toward me, waiting for me to link my arm in theirs.
But I suppose I'm not alone or unwanted. I still have friends, the best of friends, who would fight for me friendship and be by my side when the times are tough. And yet, as wanted and surrounded as I may seem, there is still a sense of loneliness. A missing piece.
So maybe it's not that we find it difficult to learn to be alone, because we're never really alone. Maybe the difficult part is accepting the change and absence of what we're used to.