K

I've finally found a bit of substance to what makes K so great. What binds her to me in some metaphysical fashion.
The things that are important to me, the style in which I operate-and not just with her, but people in general-is guilty. I am guilty until proven innocent. I am a person who has to be faced with guilt in order to understand, in order to forgive, in order to change. She puts the guilt on me when I need to be faced with it.
All my virtues are vices. For each virtue she shoves forward the vice instead of letting it slide.
Her stubbornness reflects mine.
I can't even begin to combat this. With walls, with sly words, with subtlety. I can't dodge and chase. I can't scatter thoughts and play mental games. I become a thumb sucking baby when faced with guilt. I am not in control when faced with guilt. She takes away my control, and that is what is so important.