"Good Night" is sufficient to her. She's doesn't ask for more or does she complain. She is like a small drizzle, its enough for her. For me, I want to love the drizzle but if she knew I thrive on a heavy downpour. I want to get wet, no I want to drown. I wonder if the drizzle will ever fullfill.

I wouldn't judge myself, or so I think. I am unhappy and unsatisfied. Wishing for the monsoon, only if life a cyclic season.