it had been two months, he appeared frequently, but not frequently
"what are we?" i asked him, when he had appeared
he smiled demonically
"what you mean is, who are you? who am i? who are we together? madness. sunny days and black seas, still look bad. still look cold, wrong. should it be wrong? sunny things look good always. are you afraid of the deep black sea? after all, the sun might always be shining." he had told me.
i kissed him. he shut up.
he knew just how to get me.
