I am unsure here, because in that one kiss, even though it was a good one, I could tell he was a man about control. Not saying he’s not capable with control, he seemed thoroughly competent judging by his build and hands. But control often comes with a lining of cruelty, and that’s something I know I am to avoid. I can not survive in those ambiguities.
And yet another ambiguity I’m in. I’m learning to breath in a state of ambivalence. I’m learning to deal with the gray. prey