'Can we take the long way home?'
Every introvert alive knows the exquisite pleasure of stepping from the clamor of a party into the bathroom and closing the door.
I have a strange feeling with regard to you. As if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly knotted to a similar string in you. And if you were to leave I’m afraid that cord of communion would snap. And I have a notion that I’d take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, you’d forget me.
You can’t rush something you want to last forever.