It was half past time wasted when she realized he wasn't coming. Waiting had made her irritable and she was getting hungry. She checked her phone for a notification but there was nothing. She understood even if the disappointment she had pre prepared had come in handy. Her long distance lover of three years had never made a point to come see her so why had she expected any more from some guy she met on the internet? No one believed in love. Just art and money. Everyone always had a lot to say about millennials and situation-ships but history shaped the norm and she was trying to remember a period or a culture when no one thought about what they would gain when looking for a partner. Love was nice a nice fantasy but heartbreak paid, or maybe it only existed when one was alone.
When she was younger she would look up at the clouds and think that’s what love must feel like and it was nice and she was right, but she had always managed to look away before they disappeared. It was a shame because he had been able to make her laugh. Not like how she would at a joke her grandpa made, but in a real way. Guys always made such a big deal about what girls wanted or why relationships fell apart when in the end it's always the little things that make girls stay and things guys never did that make them leave, and even if girls tried to remember everything those are the only things they never forget. Her hands clammed up as she began digging for a cigarette in her purse. Disappointment had blossomed into anxiety and old habits die-hard.
After deciding to leave she wondered how she let someone she had never even heard say her name have that much power over her. It didn't matter. She learned it was never a good idea to stand still waiting, besides she had things to do like laundry and enjoy her dinner in the full nude.