Go to a coffee shop. Sit by the bar with the glass windows and look out. Look at all the people running to catch a train. All the girls with one too many shopping bags. All the couples too in love to care. Then you’ll see it - a bit of yourself in everyone. And somehow, sitting alone in a coffee shop had never felt so good.
The truth is, I pretend to be a cynic, but I am really a dreamer who is terrified of wanting something she may never get.
I looked at everyone and wondered where they came from, and who they missed, and what they were sorry for.