I honestly can’t tell the difference. Loyalty and lust. Persistence and lust. Nostalgia and lust. Love and lust. I have always been so impressionable to his charm. Snap his fingers and I stand erect with my hands at my sides. I stand there, waiting for him. Absolutely frozen by the idea that he just might want me again. He’s circumambulating me, observing me, whispering sweet nothings...