As long as I remember myself, I have never been alone. In childhood I was surrounded with my family, school friends and a merry company of my elder sister. Then I moved to another city to study in the university and started to rent a flat together with my best friend. In a short time a new company of fellow students formed around me. After graduating I left for a bigger city to work, and did it together with my boyfriend this time. We lived together for a long while but then one wonderful (or may be miserable) day I understood that he is just not what I need and decided to break up with him. I did not realize the consequences of this decision before it came the morning when I found myself alone.
Day no.1. This day became the saddest one. There was nobody to wake me up in the morning, nobody to fight with for going to the shower first, nobody to cook breakfast or being fed with a burnt omelet prepared by me. The day at work was the same as usual, but the evening turned into something special. I realized that I have only a few friends in this city, that I spent all my spare time with my boyfriend, that I forgot all my hobbies and everything people can do being on their own. I returned home, watched some soap movie, and discovered that again there is nobody to discuss it with and went to bed.