This morning's writing

Uh. Mah. Gawd. Was I really going down this rabbit hole of romance? It wasn’t happening at all the way I always thought it might. I mean, I never thought it would happen at all. I figured I was going to be one of these women with longing in their eyes and too many pets and plants in their crowded living rooms, hoping without much hope. It was the kind of life where you were always watching others as they sat together at tables, in movie theaters, in moving cars where they may be laughing or may be fighting or may be locked in their own silences, saying nothing at all, thinking of other people, but still. They were together. They had someone.