So I lied...

Which is to say, I changed my mind.

When it comes to love I don't fling my gates wide open. That is, I do sometimes, but not always. There is always a way in, though. One gate out of seven is left unlocked for you in particular. And you might gain keys if you figure things out. And they might work on some of the gates or they might not, depending on the day. And you might sit inside with me for days and suddenly find yourself locked out. Because the trying to get in and the trying to get around once in is all of the fun. At least for me. Depending on who you happen to be, you may or may not have a whole heap of fun. Because one type of desire is the struggle. One type is the satisfaction of mutual pleasure. One type is the wish for what is good to remain good. And so forth. I am moody, and I am fickle.

So sue me.