I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love.
I did this at a bus stop once. I missed my bus and the next one wasn’t supposed to come for another hour, so I had time to kill. A little girl walking with her mom said it looked like a throne for a flower princess.