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Too Much To Ask
“Ok.” He didn’t push it any further. “So favorite color?”
“What are we playing? 20 questions?”
He turned to face me and crossed his legs, “I just want to get to know you. Not the you that you exude to just anyone, but you. I want you to let me in. I can tell you don’t it too often. I want you to trust me,” he faced the pond and seemed very serious.
Right there is when I saw that he was sincere. There was more to him than I could see. He was interested, honest. But most of all, he was real. I could see that he wasn’t going to give up. And a part of me wanted him not to.
“What are we playing? 20 questions?”
He turned to face me and crossed his legs, “I just want to get to know you. Not the you that you exude to just anyone, but you. I want you to let me in. I can tell you don’t it too often. I want you to trust me,” he faced the pond and seemed very serious.
Right there is when I saw that he was sincere. There was more to him than I could see. He was interested, honest. But most of all, he was real. I could see that he wasn’t going to give up. And a part of me wanted him not to.