of reading the missed connections on Craigslist.
I sometimes wish that there was one whose description I fit, but there never are.
I find myself hoping that these people will meet and enjoy each others' company. I make up lives for them. Some get an apartment in the city, some settle down, some take a weekend trip to the dog park.
Some of the stories are sad, when I imagine what will happen to these people if they never find each other.
Most of the time, I wish I was interesting enough to have a missed connection written about me.
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