Early morning, airport … Charlotte. Chats with friends last night have left me extremely lonely.
“You should find someone who can love who you are.” “You should be more social.” “I worry about how isolated you are.”
I hear you … and I don’t really think about it much until you bring it up. This morning I’m tired and weary, and I wish I had someone waiting for me.
Ah, well. I’ll try not to become maudlin. Nothing worse than a maudlin magician.