he was a clever boy. intelligent in the ways of the world. his only downfall is that he was sick with love.
'i was thinking of you,' he said. 'i always think about you.'
but now that i am begging him to speak. just to murmer a few words of comfort or to show a slight utter of affection.. it seems to be going nowhere.
and after all that, i am no longer one for intimacy.
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