I need you, he says.
I do too. Or do I?
After the assaults upon my independence, my integrity.
My right to live a fulfilling life.
After all of it, it's me.
Just me.
Alone in a bedroom at 1am finding myself in words and phrases.
Words, phrases and the lack of appropriate punctuation.
Much like my life.
I was always miserable at judging the right location for a full stop.