“It Takes Time”

I find my fingers start to travel to the thread between you and I. 

I always wait for those three grey bubbles to pop up. 

But they don’t. 

I’m waisting my time here. 

I’m waisting my mind here. 

We don’t belong and I have to get used to that. 

“It takes time.” 

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