Accomplice.

It's clear you're not an A, but L. Eyes do not lie. Also, I did not say which L. it was, the right one pops up, with a pic I recognise. One that she (your cousin) put in as a call for help. And, shortly after, a guy calls you L. You did say as much, though you might not remember.

Maybe you got so used to guys not noticing you that you do not realise there's one here that does, because you graced him with a view of your soul, and here is a kindred one.

I will use that word, soul. A respected colleague, a fellow atheist,made a very convincing case for its use, if outside the judeochristian ideation.

I was graced with a view into you. I drank like a man parched after a lifetime in the desert, realising for the first time he had spent his life in the desert.

And I only got thirstier and thirstier. Your elixir has that virtue.

Not that there's a half for each one, or that there's someone to complement. But some do get such luck. One thing never excluded the other.

I'm no bluesman tenor with a love in each street corner. I'm the cherrypicker hobo with a lap guitar in the boxcar, singing of home and yearning, while the train follows its track.

Life's an adventure we only have once.

Run away with me. Let me be your accomplice.