Gwen paused as she was putting on her running shoes. With a deep breath, she admitted to herself what she'd been feeling for the last few weeks. She was lonely. Surrounded by crowds, there was no one with whom she was intimate. No she didn't mean physically. Gwen meant someone she could tell her deepest secrets, her hurts, her dreams. She felt dry, isolated and sad. During the last week, Gwen had slipped away from her desk to cry in the bathroom. There wasn't even always a trigger, but silently the tears would roll down her cheeks. Filled to the brim, her eyes overflowed. But as quickly as the blues came on, the wave of sorrow passed as Gwen gave herself a good mental shake.
"Enough," she told herself. "You have too much to be thankful for to sit and wallow."
Wiping her nose on the tissue she kept in her running jacket, Gwen replaced the tissue and finished lacing up her shoes.
"Nothing a little run won't straighten out," she thought.
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