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Observations On A Sunday Afternoon
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It feels like a reunion, but also a first meeting. I arrive early and see you walking up towards the steps. You raise a hand in greeting and I grin, walking forward to close the gap.
Within half an hour you have opened up to me, in such a touchingly honest way that my heart soars. I've never had this before.
Our eyes meet and I smile out of panicky habit, but you always return it sincerely as your bitten fingernails drum out a gentle rhythm on the table.
Your attention wanders as we people watch and your observations never fail to make me laugh. It always used to be like this.
It has been years, and yet it feels like it has been both forever and no time at all. We reminisce and dream aloud amid Sunday shoppers and hectic city life, in our own little bubble for hours on end. We have changed completely and not at all, a paradox of familiarity and shyness. But when we fall silent it is never awkward - I feel an easiness here that I had almost forgotten existed.
Within half an hour you have opened up to me, in such a touchingly honest way that my heart soars. I've never had this before.
Our eyes meet and I smile out of panicky habit, but you always return it sincerely as your bitten fingernails drum out a gentle rhythm on the table.
Your attention wanders as we people watch and your observations never fail to make me laugh. It always used to be like this.
It has been years, and yet it feels like it has been both forever and no time at all. We reminisce and dream aloud amid Sunday shoppers and hectic city life, in our own little bubble for hours on end. We have changed completely and not at all, a paradox of familiarity and shyness. But when we fall silent it is never awkward - I feel an easiness here that I had almost forgotten existed.