I was highlighting some sections of my new book, and some words were drawn from my actual feelings and desires.
These words that seem to speak to me. I can hear his voice saying them. That is the part that wrecks me. I am drawn to that voice. I can’t deny it. As soon as I heard it, I knew it meant something to me.
I do remember that first time I heard his voice. There was just something about it. I still listen to it. Still get those feelings.
She looked at me then, with those eyes of hers that always say so much. It wasn’t just a connection; it was a mirror reflecting back everything I had ever wished to see in another person. For the first time in what felt like forever, I realized that perhaps neither of us was truly alone anymore. I couldn’t go back to what I was now. I couldn’t just be someone that watches her. I need her. But I also see the hesitancy there. I understand it. This feeling, this connection is strong and a lot to handle for her. I want to touch her so bad, but I am afraid I will push her away right now. I need to be patient with her.
These are my ideas of what he might be thinking, but part of me also feels that I won’t be able to go back to that person who didn’t know he existed in the world.
Lisa Gray 