T for temperament

In that room, my heart felt almost numb, but my emotions lent like a weaning tree in the wind, towards melancholy.

Sitting on that bed I didn’t know where I stood.

He was handsome; he shaded his warmth with a hard exterior. I was not intimidated.

He was pensive and consumed with insight. My tongue reached out to the swollen words in the air, sucked them in and blew them gently in his direction.

Shortly after I was granted access into the maze of what lied behind those phlegmatic eyes.