A guy once told me that I am a walking time bomb.
For I kept everything inside, and that I'm bound to explode any time soon.
"We haven't had any human interaction since college.", he said.
"What do you mean? We interact. Isn't that what we're doing right now? Talking? Interacting?", I confusedly asked.
"You know what I mean.", he shook his head.
"I don't understand."
"C'mon. You know what I mean. When was the last time we really interacted? The last time you opened up to me, about what you are feeling or thinking? The last time we shared secrets, talk about stuff that would be nonsense to others but it sure as hell makes sense to us? That kind of interaction.", he elaborated.
"Oh."
He sighs.
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