I was doing my internship. I went back to my room one day, really tired. I wanted to see my friends. I opened the door and there it was; an empty room. I don't know why I cried at that time- perhaps it was just the sense of loneliness, but also a little bit of emptiness.

 

I imagined myself twenty years from then, coming back to an empty home, and I couldn't take it. Sometimes the prospect of being alone is enough to scare us into crying- even if in a perfectly logical state of mind we would not mind such future.