He’s a puzzle and I like a challenge. The need to figure him out is just as necessary, just as real, as my need to breathe air. Each exposure to him rewires my brain a bit more, for better or for worse. And this morning when his warm breath tickled my skin with his whispered words? It’s like he’s crawled into my soul and taken up camp. Whether it’s a temporary residence or not I don’t know. He sure isn’t going to make this easy, whatever this is. That much I know for sure.
