He’d seen her chomp her food, wiggle her nose, stroke her hair hundreds of time – even thousands; yet why is watching her now gives him such an overwhelming feeling? Everything she does now is permeated with greater meaning; every move is precious, accompanying a welling-up feeling inside him.
He wanted her. To grab her. Feel her. And taste her.
Then it ebbs away.
But then it wells up again whenever she chomps her food, or wiggles her nose or strokes her hair.
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