I was arrogant, pushy, and controlling. What I couldn’t control were my dreams. Memories haunted me there. Even after a decade, I found I couldn’t outrun them. Returning to the place they lived only seemed to trigger a landslide. I couldn’t focus, couldn’t sleep. Some people drank a warm cup of milk or cuddled up with a book. Me? Every single night, I lost myself inside a woman. |