Yes, I am still in fear of growing old alone, under the roof, and sheets, alone. In maybe five years from now my little boy will probably request for a different bed, then a separate room. In maybe twenty five years, he'll find a girl, get hitched and build their own home. Sooner or later, I will be alone, and yes I am not prepared.
Tonight, it's raining pretty hard. The rain's loud and insincere, and I felt the weight of my longing grew by a dozen. I wish to understand my pain. I want our story to end soon. And I hope that this bed be spared from cold and lonely tears and my pillow from much impatience and delirium. I long for the rain to stop..
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