Lust was the hidden spark that energized your relationship; a delightful, vital part of your pairing was the animal magnetism between the two of you. But it was not all heated kisses and breathy sighs. You and your lover were as a fractious as a pair of cats: circling each other suspiciously, then pouncing for the kill.
Each of you was battling for control. Who had it? Who wanted it? It was likely that you had the overt upper hand. Your lover appeared to comply with your wishes. But secretively your sweetie rebelled, doing things that would curl your hair if only you knew.But you shouldn't have hit the road so quickly. You remain far too fascinated and frustrated with your oddball amour to make any kind of split stick. You would have done best to abandon your habitual attempts to boss your lover around. You had found one who simply wouldn't be caged or pinned down. You had to stop trying. Instead, you could have just enjoyed the interesting (and sometimes insane!) existence you found with your dear, darling, dizzying mate. Both of you needed your independence like you needed air to breathe. If you'd granted your sweetie some, you'd have had the space you craved as well.