When I talk to her.

When I talk with her time passes.  It passes faster than the speed of time itself.  Okay, yeah, that makes no sense but to bring it home more clearly time passes really really really fast like some "thing" that goes really really fast. Or maybe time itself ceases to exist.  From the time I say "Hi" to the time I say "Goodbye." time goes away.

She doesn't like small talk.  Neither do I.  So we don't do small talk.  It's wonderful.  This is what I could do with Wendy.  I hear a lot of other women talk about how their boyfriend's or husbands are just on the surface.  That is so weird to me.  I can't do that.

My ex-wife stays on the surface.

Enough of that.

I feel as though we are trying to . . .   Okay,  I would like to think that we are trying to come together as slowly and as controlled as possible.  Both of us are broken.  I think a lot of people are broken; they just don't know it.  They get together with another person who is broken.  That person doesn't know they are broken either and then they have this horrible fucking relationship all the while they believe they are in love with one another.  They do and say awful things to one another that wouldn't even come to the minds of two mortal enemies.  I would like to think she is wanting to avoid that.