"Order a latte and sip it while seated near the window of a cafe on a busy street and watch as business people bustle by with briefcases in one hand and blackberries in the other hand and reflect on the fact that you have nowhere to go and nowhere to be; sit on a bus behind a young couple and watch as they fill the empty space between their bodies with bated breaths and weighty words; lie still and think about your last love and pull out your phone and type in their number and back out at the last minute and brace yourself for two types of bitternesses — the type that grows out of a broken heart and the type that grows after breaking a heart."

— Become three kinds of lonely

4:58 pm  •  28 May 2012