Loneliness

It's just not the same anymore. It's the same house, the same furniture, the same window, the same view of the beach.

It's the same two people.

Yet it feels different. It's wrong somehow, like two strangers, looking vaguely familiar, yet completely unknown to each other being thrust together.

Perfunctory politeness, the veneer of good cheer amid a sea of untruths, half-truths, and outright lies. An awkward truth born out of convention, obligation, I don't know.

All I know is there's no more lonely feeling in the world than the loneliness that exists when someone's standing right beside you.