He understood me and my feelings. He was trained to. I knew he would be a catch – no, more than that. My perpetual soulmate. A sappy word, even for me, but how else could I put it? That must be why I was placed in his therapy sessions, public and private. Some unknown order of the world, I suppose. Still, after all my thoughts about him, in front of people he seemed unexciting – too controlled and secretive. Later on I would realize that he, too, couldn’t keep a harness on himself. I would be the first.