His inscrutability, once mistakenly perceived as profound depth, is now just plain annoying. She wants a boyfriend, not a guru. And yet, even in the most trivial, the most ‘normal’ times, the term ‘boyfriend’ never exactly fit. Everything, from their ill-fated past to their precarious present, has been like something out of a dream. Fuzzy, confusing, surreal in its tangibility. His silent spells can last for hours, creating a divide that spans oceans, galaxies, but with a slight shift of eyes, a light brush across the arm, there they are. Wherever they are.
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