I Am Here, Alone, At The End

In My Younger Days, I Was Trying To Write Sophisticated Prose And Fantastic Stories.

"i Believe You," She Whispers After A Moment. "please Find My Mind."

What I Want Is For The Two Of Us To Meet Somewhere By Chance One Day, Like, Passing On The Street, Or Getting On The Same Bus.

Nobody Likes Being Alone That Much. I Don't Go Out Of My Way To Make Friends, That's All. It Just Leads To Disappointment.

Learning Another Language Is Like Becoming Another Person.