Their voices ask: What do you want? (Or, what should you.) Loyalty, ***, social recognition? No, something else eats at me. The conditioning words of those voices made me think it wrong, that I long to say to her: Lets be alone together, Understand each other.
What do I crave? Just her, To be with her for a moment. For me, that moment is eternity. Is this truth really so alien? A single sentence takes precedent: Rainy daze in winter ecstasy.