At 47, divorced for nearly two decades and with my daughters grown, I cherished my solitude, but sometimes when I heard the mice rustling in the attic, I thought of the newspaper story I had read about a man not far from where I lived who had been found dead in his flat, partly eaten by rats. Sometimes I tired of my own company; occasionally I was lonely. I had forgotten what it felt like to touch someone or to be touched. When I held my own hand in the dark to remind myself, my hand seemed small and cool, as if it belonged to someone else. If the profile picture I chose suggested my ambivalence, then the fact that I chose Edinburgh for my location drove it home.
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Some forums can only be seen by registered members. How do you let go of someone who never clearly and honestly let go of you? Location: In the sunshine on a ship with a plank. If you will let go, you won't know that they haven't let go.