"You weren't always the loner, were you? I had that feeling about you; little blocks in conversation, like speed bumps, showing up at random times, hiding all sorts of walls inside of you that you didn't want anyone else to get behind." She told me this as she held my hands in hers. Her hands were warm, I could feel her pulse in them, and they were damp with sweat. Everything with her was intense like that, just burning up in the moment and full of passion, even as the topic of conversation might have been morbid or uncomfortable, it was still easier.