All my fountains were in you. That is why we died. I shouldn’t have kept begging for more. It only made things worse. You were too busy reading dense books with incomprehensible words. You only saw romance in the rhythm of Garvey’s words. One day you’ll realize that I too am intelligent. I know everything you are talking about, when you talk about it, it’s not that I don’t. It’s just that laying next to you showed me that worldly intelligence is so null. And now that I understand that, I don’t bask in the satisfaction of knowing things, people and facts anymore. Instead, I love.
“Did you write my letters,” Ankit said scrolling up and down his Twitter timeline on his archaic white MacBook.
“Yeah they’re in the first drawer,” I said, “I finished them after my last class.”
The dusty dorm room was scattered with papers and books…
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Love Relished With Ink 