inside the bubble

For 15 years, I lived on my own and was mostly single. Then my life turned into a beautifully dramatic love story when I met a man who cared for his bedridden wife for more than a year. Shortly before lockdown, he became suicidal and left her. He moved in with me and my life became a sequence of cheezy romcom movie snippets. We lived in a bubble and didn't think about past or future. Is it OK to enjoy quarantine? I fear the return to normality and him leaving to rebuild his life.