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Solitude Sometimes I wonder if my waiting to hear from Brenda is me simply fooling myself. Is she really thinking about us or has she already made up her mind and doesn't know what else to say? The only things in her place to remind her of me are the two plants that I left her and a coat of mine. There are no pictures of me to haunt her except for the ones in her mind. When we last spoke on Monday I could hear the anger and sadness in her voice. I could also hear her confusion. Its not as though I defined my existence through her, but I did like being around her. If this is truly the end, I know that I wll not date the rest of the year. It just won't happen. Soon I will be returning to the night shift at work and I can't say what my mood will be like then. Plus my exposure to other new people will be limited. I went for a short bike ride tonight after work. I rode long enough to get my pulse going and my leg muscles tense. If I want to do this on a regular basis, I need to get out on the street as soon as possible, because the daylight is fading fast when I pull into the driveway after work.
audio input at the moment: classical music station
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