Conflict

She is conflicted.

She longs for what she knows I can, I will, give her. Longs to give me what she craves to give me. What she knows she will give me.

At the same time… I’m not sure. She hasn’t (yet?) let me in, enough, to know just what it is she fears.

But it all manifests in the following very hot way: she continues to write checks – checks she can’t honor today, but that she knows, one day, she will (have to, choose to, want to, need to) cover.

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