mostly nonsense

CCLXXVIII.

I make so many big plans, and none of them involve another person. Not anyone real, at least, just future capital-t Them, they who have no defining characteristic as of yet, aside from making me laugh too loudly in public places.

I feel as if I’m missing out on the quiet things people do for one another; making two cups of tea instead of one, sharing the newspaper in your underwear on a Wednesday morning. Quick kisses before work, reassurances that you will have someone waiting for you at the other end of the day.

It gets so lonely this time of year. Or maybe it just gets cold, and we forget to pretend.