silently yawping

This is eating at me. More like how an extremely powerful wind smooths the jagged edges of a stationary boulder than how flesh-eating bacteria devours skin.

I want to be with you. So. Badly. And yet I know that, technically, you don't want to "be with" anyone, if not just me.

Again, I'm left pining and groaning inwardly for an answer, a solid one. Either way, this boulder needs to roll on, but it can't without an answer.

Take me or leave me, but never ignore me.