IT HAS become a routine. Prime climbing into my flat at night, he makes love to me tenderly, gently, sometimes urgently, desperately, and quickly, and then he wakes up looking like a top model fresh out of the magazine, he doesn’t bring his dead squirrels as he promised but he does start drinking my bitter coffee too, and then he will sit next to me watching the dating show that I have no idea why I like so much.
Maybe it’s the fun of seeing new people and seeing if you can match with them. Seeing the drama and the laughter. Looking at the way humans interact with one another. Their faces are full of emotions and their heart are filled with emotions to the brim. It fascinates me.
Maybe.
Because it’s such a weird concept to me to feel that much about everything.
Prime, on the other
