the all the years he stayed with us, i have never came home to an empty house after work. though we might not talk much but he will always be there. resting in his room, watching tv or dozing off in his armchair.

today is the 2nd time i came home to a dark and quiet house. i felt so alone. i guess i am already 习惯 to him being around and to think of it, being 习惯 is actually a sign of love, isnt it? i mean, if you dont love someone then you wont try to 习惯 right? so its because you love so are willing to be 习惯 right? hmmm.....