I'm with you

Her name was Annie, or Alice... It was so long ago some of the details just slipped out of my mind. There was a wedding near by when she was passing the street her apartment was on. As always she had her headset on, listening to the only favourite songs she had at that time. She only liked one song at a time, everything else she overlooked as betrayal - maybe she had some trust issues, or was mental...Details!
His name she didn't tell me and I suspect she didn't know it either. But it was of no need, unlike his presence. He was silent or sad, or both. Actually as she kept telling me the story I got the impression he was one of those suffered in- types. You know, exactly the ones girls fall easily for. But that one was not in for games, so she said. She only met him for two hours. He was on the other side of the street when she crossed.
They didn't talk, they just shared a moment of none-loneliness. No, not sex, no kissing. They just stood together for a while, comforted by the simple thought that another human being is nearby. And that was it, they never crossed paths again!
Sounds like a cheesy romantic movie. And what is really wrong is not the story, it's that it sounds too odd for us to believe it. I don't remember the girl any more but I remember her story, because it was the first thing in my entire life that made me envious...
How did it happen, that we stopped just being together? And why instead of reaching out for some warmth we choose to remain alone, but with our great egos to make us even colder. Don't get me wrong- I'm not afraid of being alone. I'm afraid that we all got so accustomed to it!...