Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
He was happily married - but his wife wasn't.
It's lonely to listen to the pleasure of others, not that I've made a habit of that kind of eavesdropping. There's joy and passion in the next room, in the next bed, but it's not yours.
I had all this success and made all this money, but I didn't have anyone to share it with.
Sadly, my father died before I graduated, so he didn't see any of the success at all.
And so it turned out that only a life similar to the life of those around us, merging with it without a ripple, is genuine life, and that an unshared happiness is not happiness.
He laughed. I suddenly wanted to laugh, to laugh with him, to sit here, or maybe outside in the rain, and just laugh with him. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t even smile.
I have these wonderful homes, and no one to share them with.
What are you going to do if you have all the money in the world and all the things that you wanted to achieve in your business and you have no one to share it with? You come home alone at the end of the day. And then what?
I lost my parents without them seeing me play international cricket.
