A conversation between two good friends over a spontaneous, fantastically cooked meal at 10 PM. The smell of tomato and garlic fills the air. They smile, senses delighting at the first bite.
Soon more than just the fragrance of pasta fill the air. Compassion.
Each feels for the other at the remarks of pain. They slow their forks. The blue-eyed girl smiles at the one with the breaking voice.
"I want to remind you of something. Of what I said earlier. It is better to love, even in pain, than not love at all. It is better to love, even if you never win it back. But I believe that you will."
Brown eyes shine back at her as she remembers what was told her in a stairwell not too long ago by the same person now at her side: "I think you are the exception. The one out of a million."
She pauses...then replies to the blue-eyed one. "I see now what you mean. I have seen him look at me. I am no fool. I can tell when someone glances at me with more than just idle eyes."
A look passes between them. This is a night of fellowship. What the future holds for each is not yet known by any man. But one thing we can be sure of. It is bright.
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ReplyDeleteI love this. you are a talented writer. I felt like I was there. the whole story makes me smile.
Wow. I felt like I was there, too. I can almost SEE it happening right now. Oh wait. I was there. That was great. I absolutely love the way you explained that. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI loved that night with you, girl. A lot.
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