I get home and I am scrolling through the contacts in my phone.
"We just ended. He's not attractive. He lives in Bloomington. It's been months since I've talked to him."
Conversing with my roommate, I realize I've been involved with more strangers than I've made friends in this city. The statistic is interesting. The reason is just because.
No one. I hold my phone looking at the screen. No one. The concept startles me at first but I find myself smiling.
My knee is busted from pushing myself too far. My limits are exhausted from stretching this ever growing road. The few people that get it are too busy and too consumed within themselves.
As the clock ticks and the drunk hits, there will be less of a need for a companion. When I wake alone, I will be grateful for the space.
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