Without a moment’s notice, he stopped dead in his tracks and turned around. My heart raced. I didn’t know what to do or say.
“I always see you look at me then look away and smile. What’s that all about?”
I smiled and remained silent. I couldn’t find any words to say. I wanted to enjoy the moment of him actually talking to me for no other reason than to talk.
He asked again, “Well, what’s behind the smile and why is it you look away to do it?”
I finally answered, “I look away because I have to. The smile is a thought I get when I see you.”
He didn’t know how to respond. He stood there looking at me almost taking in what I had said. After a brief pause he continued, “You get some kind of thought every time you see me? Shit, what’s the thought? Do I even want to know?”
I almost blushed laughing, “I’m not sure you really want to know or if you can handle knowing for that matter. Yes, every time I see you I get the thought. It always continues on from the last time I seen you. As I tell you this, yet another thought enters my mind.”
I sighed, “I have to go.”
I started walking away never looking back once. He waited a few moments, I guessed to soak in what he had just heard then he ran up to me. Copyright@2010
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