One is such a small number but yet so hard to get used to. I recently found the sorrow in, one.
A table for 2.. we used to go out to eat frequently we would just sit and talk and laugh and share jokes only you and I would think is funny...Now its a table for 1
A meal for 2... I would cook a nice big meal, all your favorites you would thank me for the dinner every night because you appreciated it.....Now its a meal for 1
laundry for 2.. I used to have to do laundry a couple times a week how you enjoyed your clean white t-shirts you said they were so soft,now I do laundry maybe once a week because...Now its laundry for 1
shopping for 2.. you would hate all the coupons I used and how I stocked up on things because they were so cheap but you loved all the treats I would buy you I cant do that anymore....Now its shopping for 1
Bed for 2 ..a queen size bed was still not big enough you would always find your way to my side putting your arms and legs over me, I'm thinking of getting a new bed a smaller one..now its a bed for 1
Dishes for 2... I wanted a dishwasher so bad last year you got me one and I used it all the time but not that much anymore because .....Now its dishes for 1
Just like the song implies one is such a lonely number. I still talk to you like you are here and when I do something stupid I say I know Joe, I know. I hate the number 1 its a terrifying number maybe 1 day I will learn to live with the number 1 but for now I will remember and dream when I was 2....