I’m interested in what’s inside a person. I’m attracted to a sparkle in the eyes, an obvious awareness of themselves and their surroundings, that proof that there is someone behind those eyes looking out, and, seeing you. Of course, I’d like that part. Yes, I’m attracted to what’s inside a person, although I should have probably remembered, at times, that the body does or can reflect the person inside. Perhaps, it’s just that I’ve grown less desperate, now that it’s safe, to be seen.