I try to figure out exactly how and where it happened. But the truth is, I don’t know. I have no freaking clue. There isn’t one moment I can point to. I only know that he picks locks. He picks locks and is ridiculous and clever and shines like the sun while doing it. And I think he started to pick mine somewhere along the way more than I noticed. Somewhere along the way, it stopped being about needing someone and became about needing him.
