Chloe, your shirt is hanging on the back of a chair over there. The denim one. The problem with that shirt is not that it's in my dining room, it's that it's empty. I know I'll be seeing you in less than twelve hours, but I want you NOW. I want to comb your hair back with my fingers, scratch your neck a little, and kiss your impossibly smooth lips.
Red, your keys are right here. You're usually so aware of your surroundings, but some days lately when you've been blissed out you've had to hunt for your keys (the way I do all the time). It makes me giggle, but I don't mean to be derisive. I'm just enjoying your intoxication.
We need more pronouns. It's true we've been making good use of "y'all" (native for me, not for either of y'all, but generally sounding fairly natural nowadays). But we wrestle with the "we" that means 'you-and-me-but-not-other-you', versus the "we" that means 'all-of-us' ... and the "you[with a silent Red]" and "you[with a silent Chloe]". Minor misunderstandings, transient. There are languages in which these things would be disambiguated as we go. But here we are stuck with English, and we manage. I still reserve the right to complain.
Let us engage in a different kind of sighing, soon, okay?
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