click. click.

Click. Click.

That's our night together. Wordless, either out of hostility, boredom, or mutual lack of anything interesting to say. So you sit with your computer, and you click your mouse. I ask what you're doing, and you ignore me, or raise your hand to silence me.

Every morning, I wake up and think: tonight will be different. But every night is the same.

I'm tired of being silenced. And I'm tired of listening to the clicks.