The way I feel about her is real, so deep it feels like a cord loops from inside of me to her, tethering me to her. But Sadie’s an enigma, all steel walls and eye rolls. I don’t know how deep this is for her, and I’ll be damned before I scare her off with my level of need for her. I’ll take any of her she’ll give to me—a dog begging for scraps, until she lets me in. I’m patient. I can wait.
