His laugh is different than what I expected.
I arrived and was suddenly struck with the fear that if this coffee did not go well, I had just made my work life somewhat awkward. Why would I do that?
But here is why: two and a half hours later, I got in my car and couldn't stop smiling.
There were silences that we both recognized but we recovered well. And then we walked. Maybe I'm infatuated with the idea of it all, his sculpture and his hands and his blue eyes, and maybe I don't really know a thing about him. Some part of me keeps thinking I need to remember all the details, remember everything I can, because it's important. Maybe it's the part of me that thinks I need to Get It Together, meet a Suitable Man, Get Married and Have Babies, but maybe it's the part of me that Wants To Fall in Love.
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