I am pulled. Yet I stop myself…perhaps due to logic and thinking.
I never had the immediate connection. I remember spinning around, so uncomfortable with a presence that didn\’t communicate with me. I broke the silence.
I remember he was…I couldn\’t tell…but I smiled politely as we exchanged basic information.
It is now 10 months later. And every time I see him, I see a kind face, deep eyes. If I don\’t let my thoughts and logic get in the way, I am tied, so hopelessly tied. I am linked. I am glued. And I want to be.
A few days ago after Sashimi came by surprisingly for our session…and then of course, abruptly left, he stayed. I sat on the couch and he was leaning on the counter. I wasn\’t sure what he was there for, but he stayed…almost wanting. Longing.
There was a moment earlier as the pillows were over us—he was going to…and I was pulled into it.
I don\’t like to wait. I don\’t like to do what is expected. I am pursuing my happiness.