The Host

Happy and sad, elated and miserable, secure and afraid, loved and denied, patient and angry, peaceful and wild, complete and empty… all of it. I would feel everything. It would all be mine.

was nice that way-always trying to give me what I wanted, even when what I wanted was unclear to either of us.

Strange world, isn’t it?”

It was a few seconds before I could answer.

“The strangest,” I finally agreed.