The Cows

by Dawn O'Porter

for a really long time. I am alone, but never lonely. I don’t know if I could ever be lonely, because I love being alone. I think when you’ve truly mastered the skill of enjoying your own company, happiness just comes.

He’s lost so much spark from when I first met him. He was so charming, so confident, so happy. The worst thing about this is that I know I’m the one who has drained it out of him, and I do nothing to make it better. I’m cordial, I’m polite, I try to keep it sexy, but I don’t connect. Not really.