//the new //the old
//and
me //connections //if
you're leaving // the honours
//the usual
This man I love. I hate the way he makes me love him. When he opens his mouth and speaks his soul. I love him then. Painfully. Happily. But then he stops speaking, and sinks into an arctic sea between us. I hate him then. I hate him. And then the hate with which I hate the man I love melts the sea. Threatens to melt the world. He feels threatened. Then he speaks into my tearful heart. And I love him.