I am so unbelievably annoyed at my Mate.
She is impulsive and has a hundred racing thoughts all at once. So numerous that I don't know whether to write them down one by one to analyse them or just watch to see what she does next. That's the fascination. I can't get a handle on her. She either makes me laugh or knocks me on my ass. There is no in between.
I can't solve the puzzle that is my Mate. And surprisingly I don't want to. If our game stopped I would be....disappointed. I want to make this go on forever.
All my life, I have wanted someone who can match me and I have finally found her.
In this situation, I have to admit she is right. I did hesitate. I did let other people sway my thinking. I did linger when I should have acted. But in the fray of battle, a man has to consider his creative strategy. He has to consider his next move with the utmost precision. What my Mate does not understand is that I have already decided.
Her time is up.
I am going after her and when I find her I am going to throw her over my shoulders and claim her until she understands she belongs to me and no one else.
I have seen it. I have dreamed of it. I feel her. The binding veil between dreams and life so merged it breeds a new life. That life yet to live. In the frustration of the circumstances we find ourselves in, I trust only a singular truth.
I still love her. I have always loved her.