Yes, I was infatuated with you. I am, still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.

Sometimes when you meet someone, there’s a click. I don’t believe in love at first sight, but I believe in that click.