Rain started to pour down. We were lying on our backs, at that point, admiring the show that nature was putting on in the sky. The clouds were gravitating in a circular motion around each other. Everything was moving, quickly; I could hardly keep up. I’ve always been fascinated by the sky.
‘You know, I thought that I should tell you this’.
‘What?’ she asked.
‘I don’t know that I usually think in the same way that you do; I’ve come to realize that after every time that we spend time together, my mind becomes exhausted. It isn’t a bad thing, it is just interesting.’
‘I could imagine’. She could, more-or-less.
She was inside her own mind; and although she quite liked it – she enjoyed rigorous philosophical thought, she could see how others would find it to be shocking.
‘Also, it can be intense, when we are dancing, you know.’
‘How so?’ she asked.
‘Well, it is beautiful, and wonderful, and the connection is deep. But today, when that track came on – you know, that track that we both love – I felt a tear run down my cheek. Connecting with you, is the best!’
They had danced earlier, our eyes interlocked, and our bodies moving in synchronicity. She saw the tear, and it had melted her.
Now, she too, felt a tear run down her cheek.