Temptation is a dangerously wonderful thing. The delicate intricacy of how something can be both just out of reach and within reach eludes me. However, I do enjoy when temptation decides to let loose when sitting with me. He sticks around and kicks his feet up. He talks and all the while lets his guard down little by little until we’re so close it almost seems possible that he could trust me. Then, all of a sudden, our closeness spooks him and sends him on his way. And I’m left to sit and try and forget how temptation was comfortable with me.