The Conversationalist!

What does she need?
An idyllic, chivalrous person?
A witty mind?
A TDH?

No.

She didn't desire the materialistic piece of the cake.
Her happiness lies within the saplings of a conversation. She need words, not the intimacy. Neither did she ever thought of any romantic dates with fancy candles and serene ambience. Flowers never made her happy .


During her preteen days, she had never thought that instead of her entire day in coffeeshops writing stories she would actually latch on to those mushy things. That archaic desire of herself being in a bookstore, with him at one side and Melitta on another.
It was when high street meets indigenous.
Yeah, her dreams were rich.

And that dawn at her colonnade, her proactive self yearned for the CONVERSATIONALIST.