Uninspiring Short Stories - Raven

He understands now, the raven in his arm chair of solace. He understands why famous people only date famous people.
She was just like him when they met. Alone and in a daydream.
A caterpillar.
The raven sat in his chair and he dreamt of days when things were good. Days of sweet company with his young caterpillar.
Then he remembered the days of change, and the days of success.
Her success.
She still loved him. Wanted to share everything with the raven.
But she was busy.
Everyday that the caterpillar got bigger, gained fame and the fortune which accompanies it, the raven grew smaller. Retreated into dark spaces and sank into shallow pits and crawled into his own mind. Further, deeper.
He only wanted to hear her sing a song of love for him again.
But she was preoccupied.
The raven now shakes his head slowly, shivers.
'As soon as the sun comes up I will feel warmer.' decided the raven.
And he closed his eyes and sighed as he sat back in his arm chair of solace. On that sunny day, in the basement which is his home.