I'll get over it. But in the meantime, I feel hollow.
I'm usually fine with being single. Occasionally more than fine, but usually a good, solid, hard-earned fine.
Now and then, though... it's difficult to even explain. The depth, width, and breadth of the aloneness is... frankly, excruciating.
Tonight, outside my kitchen window, I watched a mama cat frolicking in my neighbor's yard with her four kittens. When mama cat and three of her kittens disappeared under a hole in the fence, one kitten was left behind. He prowled up and down the fence while mama cat howled from the other side.
Finally, mama cat climbed the fence, meowing at her wayward kitten from the top. He tried to climb to her, but he's a tiny kitten-- no way he could climb that high.
Finally, mama gave up and jumped down on the other side of the fence, with the rest of her brood. I watched as wayward kitten ran along the fence, following, but separate.
I gave them a few minutes, then went over to my neighbor's yard to make sure the kitten wasn't still lost over there.
He was gone. He'd found his family. He'll be fine.
I'll be fine, too.