The sad thing of being so used to being alone is that one gets so used to the feeling. They become so comfortable with the idea that they are and will always be alone that even though they are not, they still feel alone and it’s okay with them.
You could blame it on the months of solitude or imprisonment but to Chinenye but the idea that she wasn’t alone skipped her mind. It was like the thought of her not being alone was almost erased from her memory.
She wasn’t so excited to see her husband, not because she blamed him or because she was angry at him, but because she just forgot.
How possible was it that she had unconsciously forgot about the first ever man to make her bad dreams disappear. How possible was it that she had forgotten about the first man to ever make her feel anything
