mews1945 gave me the next 6 words , sometime in the summer:
Stare, hell, gentle, guts, glasses, Hallelujah.
He behaves … different. Out of the blue he STARES at ME!
He’s heaven and he’s hell.
Heaven because he realizes I exist (perhaps even longer than I thought).
His gaze… is so … - if he were a girl I’d say… gently.
Is he an angel? Noooo, not really.
I actually brought Zeke with the word “angel” in connection?
He’s more … hell. Oh dear – he’s so damn hot… burning my guts.
He’s a devil … in disguise.
When he puts on his glasses, looking at me again – a cold shiver is running down my back.
So what do I do now?
I … scream … as loud as I can “Hallelujah” – thank God only in my head.
It could be that he thinks me insane … surely.
I know I’m lost. In … him.