“You’re always too far away.”
“I’m sorry, you know I’m rooted here.”
“I keep reaching out, but you don’t move an inch.”
“I just want to branch out a little bit.”
“Why don’t you branch out towards me for once? I’ve been coiling in turmoil since the day I’ve been transferred.”
The wind fluttered the clemantis’s wispy tendrils and rustled the oak tree’s leaves.
“Maybe we shouldn’t do this. We’re not compatible, you and me.”
“It’s just the distance. I can meet you halfway!”
“But I can’t. I’m sorry, but I need much more room to breathe than you do.”
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