If not, she wilts. That’s what she calls it…
…When you don’t pay attention to me...when you’re in your own world…flying solo...when you don’t seem to need me...when you’re wrapped up in your own world…
If I pay attention, I can see the wilting in her face, feel it in her voice, sense it in her whole demeanor. Of course, if I was paying attention, I wouldn’t let it happen. When I realize it has, I water her; like I should constantly.
Maybe the cycle looks like this.
It should look like this.
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