You say you’re in a relationship, more out of habit than having the feeling of commitment. The stranger suggests that’s too bad disappointedly before you both go your separate ways.

On your way back to work, you start to think to yourself that it’s too bad. Maybe that was the chance to start over again. You have your own vague feeling of disappointment, but nowhere inside do you have a feeling of anger or resentment towards your partner. You know that it’s only yourself that’s keeping you from moving on. You know your partner feels the same way. As soon as you begin to think about how the two of you no longer sleep in even the same room and how you want to feel love again, you also start to think about your comfort and how you love it. You remember the agonizing process of dating before you were able to settle down, the performances you had to put on, the sifting through different people that you had to do. Some of it was a real hassle. Now you live comfortably in a nice apartment and your combined incomes keep you financially stable. You live relatively worry free. You don’t need to find someone to be with. You already have a constant physical company. Someone who brings home what you need, or vice versa. You also really love the cat that came with the relationship However, you acknowledge that it’s more out of courtesy and habit versus love and affection. You do all the things a couple would regularly do. There’s just an absence of love, except when it comes to the comfort and security. You struggle trying to find a reason why you’d want to escape safety.

The work day has ended and you head home.