That he also was at class, is also so quiet, and went to eat at the same restaurant, makes me think we’re similar. And that he’s 20 or 30 years older than me and apparently also alone, it makes me think that this solitude is permanent.
It’s not so troubling — one gets used to it — but it’s hard to fully accept that this is it, that this is all to life.
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