Word of the Day - Predict

I predict that in two days, I’ll still be alone. In two weeks, I’ll still be single. In two months, I’ll stop whining about it. In two years, maybe I’ll have forgotten what it felt like to not be alone. In two decades, maybe I’ll have gotten used to the concept. In two decades and two days, maybe I’ll regret having been used to it. In two more days, maybe I’ll break down. And maybe, in the last two minutes, I’ll ask, because in the two seconds before it’s over, I’m hard enough on myself to want to hear, “No.” Two moments, long enough to be alone.