I’d momentarily given up hope. I was blind to the good guys and only saw the losers clogging up the streets. It was a sea of cheaters, fakers, liars, and players. I fell into a week of self-pity, cursed my generation, and considered lowering my standards to adjust to the times. 

I am well-versed in vacant conversations where people are too cowardly to admit that they could never love me. I don’t need to feel your cold disposition to know that it exists, and I can sense you are detached even when you are touching me.