I am lonely.
I don't even have a pack of smokes to spend the night with.

I am so sick of this. Not because I don't have a cigarette, but because my own boyfriend and I are running out of things in common. I don't remember the last real conversation we had. I know he's the last phone person in the world, but being on it is so drawn out. Our average talk time is 1:38 per call.

I get that run-away feeling at least a few times a week. I want to drop everything I've stuck to for the past 20 years, down to my very own house. I've never moved.

How naive can you be to think that your 'soul' mate (or we could call it ideal mate for all the anthropological Atheists) is so conveniently placed in the same town as you of the same country's province on the same continent in the world?

How do you know your other half isn't on the other side?


















I don't.