It can’t be just because he’s handsome and charming, can it? No, that’s too simplistic an answer. Maybe it has more to do with the women he chooses. Maybe I’m here not because I chose to scale a fence to retrieve my package, but because he looked into my soul during our first dinner and saw the loneliness inside me. He saw that I was lost; he saw that I was broken. He saw that I needed to lose myself in something else in order to survive.
That was another thing that the therapist said to me in those hazy, miserable post-Ziva days. You like immersing yourself in experiences and people to avoid your own issues.
Of course, I told her that I had no issues to avoid and stormed out.
Maybe that should have been my first clue that she was right.
Laughter bursts through my lips unexpectedly, ta
