You had always assumed that the problem would resolve itself. That the longing looks, mute whispers, and suffocating silence would all lead to a concluding crescendo, a resolution of some sort. But each encounter with the blue-eyed turtle was a let down, just another portion of swallowed revelations. Neither of you had any reason to attempt to make sense of the straining thread that simply appeared one day, tying you together and removing any hope of a civil relationship from the equation, and so you did not.
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