I’ve been talking with Dominique for hours now. We’ve been talking about relationships and sexuality. The logic and the frailty of both. The final words and ultimatums that seem to be the male hallmark in our relative experiences. We’re laughing a lot, and trying to explain ourselves. I think she’s doing better than I am. The fact that I’m not someone who thinks on these things makes me feel like I’m carrying around a lock of hair from a stranger and trying to weave significance about it.