introverts.
so take me there: to the end of this conversation.
it starts in the same way, under the same circumstances.
i'm lonely, you're lonely.
we don't check in until it's all a little too much.
Finally caving in as we burst at the seams.
"How are you? i miss you."
always precedes the trail of renewed confessions.
nothing's changed, we're both still the same.
you got a new comforter and i haven't seen those boxers before.
still wrapped around your finger.
still know you like the back of my hand.
when we run out of things to say time begins to flow differently.
the world mutes itself so i can hear your breathing.
we're just existing in the same space and it's grand.
we won't need to hear from eachother for another few weeks.
low maintenance, dependable and all for me.
you're my favourite human interaction.
Dudu*
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