{XXVI} that's a lot of zeros for a twenty-six, but I won't acknowledge it.

enveloped in a profusion of discourse with you, where our conversations meander like an unceasing stream, i become entranced by our profound engagement, only to be abruptly startled as i steal a glimpse at my chronometer, becoming cognizant of the passage of time that has slipped away surreptitiously, thereby evoking a perplexing predicament within me, torn betwixt an earnest yearning to protract our connection and the vexing realization that circumstances conspire to impede me from retaining your companionship in close proximity, thus engendering an inner conflict as i am compelled to bid you adieu, notwithstanding my deep-seated reluctance to enact such an action.

🔇 in a zealous cascade of thoughts and emotions.