Alone in My Space Again

Since I ended things with my ex last month, I've been struggling to adjust back to living alone. The house feels too quiet and empty now that she's gone. Last night, I found myself reaching for comfort where none was possible, but instead of acting on it, I ended up just staring at the walls, wishing someone else was here with me. It’s strange how one person can completely change your sense of home, and now that they’re gone, everything feels hollow. Part of me misses her company so much that I’ve considered some unorthodox ways to feel less lonely, but I know it wouldn’t be the same. Maybe being single isn't all bad, but right now, the thought of getting close again feels like climbing a mountain with no map.