Lonely: A paradox

I’ve lived alone all my adult life.

I’m friendly with almost everyone I’ve ever met. I have a wide circle of professional respect. But I protected my closet by avoiding close friendship.

I was fine with that. I was content with my independence.

Until I met my Love.

When I was alone, I was never lonely.

Now that I’m not alone, I am lonely.

Whenever we are apart.