He came back to me.
It was wonderful.
We laughed and it wasn’t weird. I was worried that we’d (I’d) have trouble – but it was just as it was. He spins me upside down and I writhe and arch and unravel.
This time – I am resolved not to love him.
I hate myself for the weakness that takes him back so quickly – so fresh out of his time with B but at the same time – the lioness in me licks her paws and purrs.
He came back to me. He came.