I Wanted Someone to Come Home to Me

Dear Delyara, This is one of those truths that feels vulnerable even on paper. Tonight I wanted someone to come home to me. Not in a grand romantic way. Just in a deeply ordinary one. I wanted to hear another person in the kitchen. I wanted another coat on a chair. Another pair of shoes by the door. Another breathing body existing near mine without me needing to entertain or explain myself. I am fine alone. But fine and fulfilled are not always the same thing.