Alone

I literally had to beg Rick to go out with his friends tonight. He looked at me last night with sad eyes. He asked if I was sick of him. Sometimes a person just needs some alone time. Time to think and ponder on issues about life and things... No, I am not sick of him. But I miss the days when I anxiously wait for him to come home. The joy of seeing him come through the door, the "welcome home" kiss and the happy feeling of not being alone anymore. I know it sounds weird. But it was our thing when he was still working. Nowadays, it's the other way around. I miss our old thing. But this is our life now and I accept that without a problem. Although it wont hurt to visit my alone time sometimes. Just like today.