I like being alone. but I hate being lonely. I thought I'd learned enough to escape loneliness and still be alone. I can still be lonely in a crowd of friends. sometime that's even when I feel it the most.
Most days I am content with being alone. But when I see two lovers holding hands, or kissing, or laughing with that special look in their eyes. It hits home from time to time, and I want to feel better than content.
I've actually thought about this quote a lot, lately, because I know this to be true. When I first read it, I felt Robin's inner pain; now we know it was real. Rest in peace, Robin. You will be missed.