But it all changed. Everything was different. We almost seemed like a regular, normal couple. When we were in bed, I wanted to climb inside of him, and even that would not have been close enough. Because there is this unnamed thing we share, this deep need. And I don’t mean sex--- at least I don’t mean just sex. When he kissed my neck or rolled on top of me, I thought, there, right there. Don’t move. And then he did and I thought, there, right there. And there was no right there--- it was all right. Everywhere. Anywhere. Or maybe it’s just that I haven’t had sex in a very long time. Maybe I always feel this way at first. But I don’t think that’s it at all.

I think it’s him.