it hurt nonetheless

Not that you would care enough to read this. The distance does not affect you the way it does I. Is it that long acheing highway that sings me into delerium, the generations of expansiveness that makes me stretch and long and ache?

My core is soft. Tender like kisses. Falls like raindrops on corrugated iron roofs. It beats loudly and weeps softly. Has a penchant for whiskey and flights of fancy.

I pity the object of my desire.