: Why do you keep me shrouded in mist, Tithi?
: To expand the soul.
: You could have managed without coming close... there was no need to keep yourself under the cover of such unfamiliar guise.
: I am under no cover... I am seeing right into your soul at this very moment.
: What are you saying? You need rest.
: No... if I say I need you—'only you'—will you turn me away?
: I didn't call you close only to turn you away.
: What I'm asking for, can I even give it myself? Better that you trample under your feet and walk away... even if you don't turn me away, I will leave.
: I don't feel the need to hold onto someone I love by force.
: Are you telling me to leave?
: I've told you before, I speak plainly. I'm not the kind of person who would want to trap you through deception.
: I know... I've heard that practical people don't live in emotion. But I'm mismatched with you... a whole rush of feeling has been born just for you, and I don't have the courage to avoid it. I will stand as a detached wanderer at your door every day.
: Who said there's no dwelling of emotion? One who has 'you' doesn't need to cultivate extra emotion in their heart. You yourself are an emotion-wrapped, magical feeling to me, in which my body, mind... the weariness of my heart has become trapped.
: Why do you want to hold me like this, Neer?
: If I say that my ribs have grown accustomed to the depth of your breath... that my heartbeat runs wild in the warmth of your embrace—will you shatter me even more?
: Your neglect has wounded me terribly... can you understand this, Neer?
: Better to 'not try to understand someone' than to misunderstand them.
: What are you trying to say? Haven't you kept me in neglect?
: No... I've kept you in affection.
: Neer, how do you sense my presence?
: When you live in my heart, why wouldn't I know?
: Do you know how intense your existence is in my soul right now?
: Of course I know... why are you looking at me like that?
: I can feel your gaze falling on me.
: Why do you want to entangle me so deeply, Tithi? I am frozen.
: Ah, Neer... the yearning of your breath has kept me alive!
Inward Longing
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