In the time that I’ve spent at my internship, I’ve developed what I like to call a visual friendship. I wait each morning until the clock strikes 11:45 and I rush out to get my lunch. A quick walk upstairs to the break room where I pick up my food and take a sharp right towards a meeting table. I sit and wait, rhythmically tapping the heels of my feet as I organize my things. I plug in my headphones but I wait to put them in my ears. Then she walks in, no older than 50 I think, a lovely lady really. The same line always on repeat, “Hi, how are you?”. I reply ”good” and ask of her the same. We know nothing about each other, we never speak another word. A half smile and a wave to the other as one of us eventually leave. A visual friendship because in reality, we know nothing about each other, but there’s a sort of harmony. An undiscussed agreement to keep this routine even though it would be much simpler to ignore the existence of the other. Yet every day I hurry to see her because in her eyes I catch a glimmer that shows me she’s just as lonely as me. That she seems to understand that were both sitting alone even though we're together. It makes me feel a little less lonely to be me. In a week my internship will be finished and I’ll go back to my old routine. Still, I can’t help but wonder if she’ll question why I’m gone if she’ll even miss me.
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