I never think about lonely until someone goes out of their way to talk to me.

Yesterday someone talked to me, asked me questions. It was like an interview. Questions asked, questions answered.

Afterwards I realized how lonely I was. I walked off the bus where the “interview” was held, walked towards my car and felt it.

About Ray Onativia

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