Insatiable.

He says, I miss you, you know.
She says (like she always does), how much?
He pauses.
He says, like the deserts miss the rain.

Such banality, but because she languishes after him, she chuckles politely.
But underneath that cliché she sees his sincerity.


Our two year idyll. Who said it was unattainable?



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Noise: Think I'm In Love, Beck.