Alone
He loved his work. He really did. He put everything into it; willing to do whatever his coworkers or boss asked him. He was a good man and everyone liked him. But not enough it seemed.
He walked home walked day. Alone. He entered his apartment, cooked and ate dinner. Alone. Sure, he had acquaintances like his coworkers and such. But he had no real friends. Not even a girlfriend. And his family lived two hours away. He could call, which he usually did every day, but it wasn't the same.
So every other weeks he would come home. Fridays were wonderful. Seeing his family's smiles, hearing their laughter, basking in their love and company. Saturday was even better because he had the whole day with them.
Then Sunday came. He had to leave before most of his family was even awake. He had to go to church in his own ward. He had callings to fulfill. It was like his work place: he loved it, put his all into it, had acquaintances, but still no friends.
Now back to his empty apartment. Still alone. He things he'll always be alone…
Then she came home from her mission and the loneliness started to disappear.