c l o u d s

fifty;

[a week and four days later]

her: i didn't have enough of you. whatever this is, it isn't fun at all. whatever this world has got for me, i don't want it, i don't want whats left for me, id give it all away, i don't want anything. i could sleep on the streets with only a jacket and sweat pants and id give you everything i own, everything. just please, can i have one more talk? just please explain. do i not deserve that?

her: man do i feel clingy.

her: have a good one. i would say the three words but i guess you already know.