Here is the antithesis of human yearning. It is single toothbrushes resting on constantly puddled porcelain sinks. It is rolling around in bed without another form to comfortably disrupt the motion. It is packet meals and tv comedy where audience laughter drowns out internal monologue. It takes form in unreciprocated adoration and inflicted indifference, where complacency and expectation take precedence over seemingly unnecessary expressions of emotion. We accept wandering eyes and callous remarks and forgotten details but deny ourselves the truth of inevitable disintegration. We allow our wearied hearts to say ‘No more searching, I will not find someone that loves me as much as I love him/her’, and so we give, give, give and pour ourselves out until they blossom, vowing ‘It does not matter if I am left bone dry & drained, so long as I can give them what they desire.'