You Are Here

by David Nicholls

There is who we want to be, she thought, and there is who we are. As we get older the former gives way to the latter, and maybe this is who I am now, someone better off by themselves. Not happier, but better off. Not an introvert, just an extrovert who had lost the knack.

For the moment she felt content, not because she’d spoken but because she’d been listened to.