Every time he lets me see him, each time he comes by, I fall for him a little more. And every time he leaves, my heart aches. Little by little, without a conscious thought or even an effort on his part, I’ve fallen in love with a man who is still very much an enigma to me. The walls he keeps between us are more than impenetrable rock. They are a fucking mountain bastion. He won’t let me in. The little things he lets slip here and there, help paint a picture of his life before we met, and some things I’ve figured out on my own. But that’s all I have.
