Over the course of the first few months, I give in to him, give up my scepticism and think, if he wants me this much and only this way, ok fine let’s see what happens. However, as if aware of my softening towards him, aware the chase is over and he has me, he initiates gaping silences, he tells me to get in touch with him in a week, in a month. His absence becomes intoxicating and feeds my obsession. The distances mean I can fill them with whatever projection I want him to be.
