She said she built a wall against me, dared me to get over it. She thought that was it, maybe.
“I’m just looking for something simple,” she said.
“Amazing how few cars are here at night,” I said. There were four lanes, all empty. I wished the mexican place was still open.
“Is that okay?” she asked.
“Wait, what are you looking for?”
“Love. And it’s not here. I need a warrior.”
I think it’s less about finding love, and more about getting rid of the barriers you’ve built against it.