Well, how bad would it be? To end up in life alone, with perhaps, a cat or a dog, and the occasional visit from nephews and nieces?
How bad would it be, really? To just enjoy your freedom, your books, your house, your little garden, or the solitary walks on the beach? How bad would it be, really, to make yourself coffee, tea, toast, lunch and dinner? How bad would it be to enjoy and savour a glass or two of wine on a rainy night? How bad would it be to just write and write and write while it’s storming outside without the useless interruptions?
I’ll probably do more than okay alone.
But I’ll thrive with love, trust, friendship – and somebody to share it with.