Him : What do you do when you miss someone?
Her : Depends on how bad I miss the guy.
Him : Put it this way; you miss him to the point that every muscle in your body hurts.
Her : I sleep it away.
Him : Tried that. Didn’t work.
Her : That’s because you’re a crazy insomniac.
Him : Look who’s talking.
Her : Sleep it away. Trust me, it’ll go away.
Him : Trust me. It won’t.
Her : I don’t know what else to suggest.
Him : How about asking me who she is.
Her : You’ll tell me if you’d want me to know.
Him : Do me a favour. Just ask.
Her : Okay, who is she?
Him : She’s talking to me right now.
What I’m trying to say is, Things aren’t all so tangible and say-able as people would usually have us believe; most things are unsay-able, they happen in a space that no word has ever entered.