Quiet late night ramblings

Late night is the only time I feel alone these days and, even then, it doesn't happen often. Admittedly it is even more rare for me to think about it and appreciate it when it does happen. But tonight I was thinking about it, thinking about how at one time I was used to living alone and I enjoyed it, most of the time.

Living in an apartment by myself was adjustment. But soon it was normal and I enjoyed it. Occasionally I wondered if it was unhealthy if I went a whole weekend without talking to someone else, but I enjoyed being wholly responsible for myself. I ate and did whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. Sure, I might sometimes be chatty when I arrived at the office on Monday morning, but that was worth it.

Not to say I don't enjoy living with roommates, because I certainly have. But I always had my own space and a separate life from them. Now I'm wondering about what it would be like to share a living space and a life with another person. Would I lose my alone time except for late night ramblings like these?