And so here I am again, in the deep shadows of myself. She doesn’t care and I do, she’ll leave in a month and I’ll stay. It’s again a short-lived romance for which  I care more than I should, but it’s so good, just being next to her. She talks little and it drives me crazy, yet when she talks, it’s with such force and clarity I am baffled every time. I feel like a puppy running circles around her, while being helpless and somewhat ashamed of my behaviour. Weird yet familiar.