"How can you "really like" someone without already having imagined a 'we' with that person?" She asked him with that sincere voice she used only when she already had a 'we' in her head. In that split moment, she thought of all the boys she had been asked by to leave , to stay but to not expect and the ones who completely had disappeared on her. Still she felt ok imagining a moment of togetherness with this man, someone she knew she may be meeting the last time.
"What do you mean?" He spoke through the dark, his lips catching the light from the street lamp outside. Almost as if they were searching for her.
" Well, maybe women do it more often than men - they imagine togetherness before even having given a name to the potential relationship with a man. When I know I really like a man, I have arrived at that conclusion after living a hundred random moments already with him in my brain. Fleeting but definitive moments".
"Like what it would look like to sit by a lake and talk? Or pick up groceries together?", he responded.
She smiled slightly. "Something as basic as holding each other in that most comforting friendly but a 'much more' embrace"
He leaned down to turn on the lamp and took a look at her face. She was glowing with that beaitific confidence saints exude. The kind that comes with knowing one doesn't have anything to lose because one has made peace with leaving behind what they could have had. He smiled and held her gaze. Then leaning in, he held her close. This is friendly, he thought. But it was so much more. He was certain.
"What do you mean?" He spoke through the dark, his lips catching the light from the street lamp outside. Almost as if they were searching for her.
" Well, maybe women do it more often than men - they imagine togetherness before even having given a name to the potential relationship with a man. When I know I really like a man, I have arrived at that conclusion after living a hundred random moments already with him in my brain. Fleeting but definitive moments".
"Like what it would look like to sit by a lake and talk? Or pick up groceries together?", he responded.
She smiled slightly. "Something as basic as holding each other in that most comforting friendly but a 'much more' embrace"
He leaned down to turn on the lamp and took a look at her face. She was glowing with that beaitific confidence saints exude. The kind that comes with knowing one doesn't have anything to lose because one has made peace with leaving behind what they could have had. He smiled and held her gaze. Then leaning in, he held her close. This is friendly, he thought. But it was so much more. He was certain.
