I was going to say -- life's too short to sit in your room listening for familiar footsteps down the hall. But perhaps life's too short not to do that; perhaps life's too short not to rue loneliness, at least, if one can't not be alone. (I've forgotten -- I keep on forgetting -- that no-one can create a safe place for you. That you have to find it -- to make it, rather -- for yourself. That your centre has to be something of your own making.)