Evolutionary Ears

And I touched his face.
And it was good again.
And he cares. And adores.
And he was feeling insecure.
Oh, he is beautiful. Like art. With those eyes.
Now what do I think? Do I still bring it up?
Or do I just bask? And stare as long as I want. And inhale.

But in the end, will he ever measure up? Will anyone? I feel like I backtracked emotionally. And the uneasiness is back. and the desire in every molecule to just wrap around that comfort. To be taken care of again. To be dependent.

Ah, evolution. I have "good ears". Evolving properly. Advanced. The lobes are detached.
And the same birthmark. Slightly disconcerting.
But a puppy. A lonely puppy. A bad idea to give them to much attention because they will follow you home...