It just comes along and smacks me upside my head. My heart runs out ahead of my brain.

It takes me time to understand why I like the things you say. Like letting a candle burn down a little ways before blowing it out. I know I like it, isn’t it okay to not know why right away? I don’t work that way. You know, I gotta digest —

why?

because that’s the way I work, darling, that’s the way I’m put together.

why?

Why what? Still why do I like it? Or why does it take me time? I don’t know, I don’t know. I like the way the freckles on your neck make constellations. I find them and think up names for them. Right here where I kiss?

yeah?

That’s Leo. Looks like a little lion. Likes the attention, like you do.

why? and… I do not like the attention!

You do, you so do. And… that’s the point, I don’t know why I like it. I don’t know why I like the way you smell. Hell, I’m not even sure exactly what you smell like. But -

isn’t that lazy? that’s lazy. You like things for a reason. You should know them. You talk all about awareness, so – you know. walk, talk, that shit.

and, yeah. you’d certainly like to think so.

It just comes along and smacks me upside my head. My heart runs out ahead of my brain. I’ll tell you why. Always tell you why. It just takes me time to catch up to myself.

why?

Be-cause, jeez! …. ahh, I love you. And your infernal whying.

mm. why do you love me?

It’s a mystery. But I do.

you’re sweet, silly boy.

but you’re not off the hook.

Never.

Never.