Patterns are the only way I can be clear with someone’s romantic intentions with me. Words are like threads, and the spinning of the loom like behaviors.
He simply comes along with a bow and arrow on his back, and strikes me in the heart without even knowing he’s done it. Once caught, there is nothing to do but get carried along by said cast thread and let it take me to all the places at the bottom of the ocean I never even wanted to go to. Feel ...