I saw you not close the milk lid completely again. You know that’s what makes it go bad before the expiration date. I keep seeing milk jugs in the trash that are still half full of milk. Such a waste. Last night I saw you take the milk out of the fridge, into the living room, which was odd. I guess you already had a glass in there? Or maybe you were drinking right from the jug? I couldn’t tell, because the blinds to the family room were closed again. I look forward to the cool summer breeze which permits you to keep your windows open all night. If you were with me, I’d buy you all the milk you ever wanted. A milk jug for every day of the week. You could bathe in milk. But alas, you don’t even know who I am. I know who you are. I want to whisper sweet nothings into your ear like the wind blows through the tree that I am hiding in. But even I know that this love can never be. And without you, I am not whole. I am but 2 percent of a man.
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