I avoided him.
I thought he was too persistent. Too pursuant. Too insistent. Then he grew on me, like algae.
I dated others, and like a monstrous disaster, the sandhills of those relationships fluttered away. All the while, he was there, chipping at me, like a consistent wind.
Then, I fell. Deeply, passionately in love. As if there was a tidal wave that had overtaken me with joy and swept me out to sea I fell for him. It lasted three months before his mother decided she couldn't share him with another woman.
Then, I fell out. And it is as if I had been on a vacation and taken no pictures. I remember nothing of the trip.
