The first week of September arrives, but it still feels like a heated August beside the lake. I hear Rutger next door with his hammers and drills and saws, but he no longer welcomes me into his life. Our worlds divide by his single kiss within the realm of his kitchen. No longer are we connected. Separated.
You have to leave, Islip. You can’t be here. Go. And go now. You can’t come back here. I’m sorry. You just can’t. Go away.
I miss his company and presence. All I can do is think about that single kiss, my body aligned to his hulking body, our faces touching, and his massive hands on my hips. I think about the heat and sweat and the sounds of robins in the nearby woods.
I’m slowly become mad. Out of my mind. Delusional. Unsafe.
The thoughts recur every single minute of each day. Agai
