"We have the strangest times together."
He says this to her. She looks up from her work and says, absent-mindedly, "Do we?"
He backpedals a bit... "Sometimes... I mean, yes. Often."
But she has moved on.
He wonders if this is her actually being unaware or if she is just forgiving.... forgiving of his tendency to blurt out thoughts when they are just poured, fresh and molten... not solidified. Does she know this about him already? Has she already learned that there is very little be threatened by? Is it trust? Or boredom? And really, does it even matter?
Two people can co-exist in so many ways.
Monday, October 29, 2007
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huh, this one's had me thinking for days...
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