It was the first time they talked without anyone around. Just her. Just him. The conversation was awkward, dry and clinical. She studied his face, his eyes, his mouth. She asked the same question three times just to keep talking to him. She never heard his answers. Each time he answered, he became calmer. He could see he had gotten to her. He knew this woman, even though by social standards, they were strangers. He dreamed of her. She imagined deep conversations with him. In this raw moment too many thoughts unsaid. The moments when reality takes a shape. Unlike waking from a dream. When you step from reality into a dream the surroundings get brighter. Like a powerful light begins to shine. Sure it could have been the sun, explained away on a cynical level, with its intensity and heat. Away from that moment she couldn't remember their exchanged words. She finally realized she let down her guard, too late for being afraid. This was part of her, a part of herself that she never explored.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
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