This is what happens after a break-up.
First comes the overwhelming sense of empowerment. Finally, you are that single woman who needs no man in her life. You are independent. You are unstoppable.
Then, stealthily, loneliness creeps in. You are happy yet there is no one to come home to and tell why. Or you had a crappy day and there is no one to rant on. There is no one to share food with (and hell, food tastes so much better when shared).
Suddenly, you miss his soft hands and purring voice. You miss his scent.
There really is a price for choosing yourself. Is it worth it? I hope it is.