I won't lie and say life was perfect. It probably seemed even less so then, because of the way we take things for granted.
I've learned a lot, living an ascetic life, in my solo apartment, with my lonely and quiet nights. I've watched friends blink out, disappear from my view. Sometimes it was for the better, sometimes it was just the way it happened. It's scary how little you have in common with most people.
I've learned that living alone is a hell of a lot better than living in a fraternity house. Or with somebody who you can't stand to be in the same room with. I love my apartment, the wooden floors, the high ceilings, the great bathtub with awesome water pressure.
I've also learned there's something uniquely soul crushing about spending your weeknights without even the silent comfort of another person in your living space.
Come back, live with me again. Even if it was in a shit town, I wouldn't care. Even better if it's a shit town, we could rent a whole house. I'm tired of making my own lonely big plans, I want to make friendly little plans with someone else. Should we meet for dinner this evening? What should we watch on TV together? Do you want to go get snacks? There's a 7-eleven walking distance from my place, and the clerk won't even hit on us.
Please come back, I'm lonely.