The sky threatened to rain, grumbling above us. 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 realise 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.’
‘What?’ she asked, again.
‘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, it is the best!’
They had danced earlier, our eyes interlocked, and our bodies moving in synchronicity. She had seen a tear running down her cheek. It melted her inside.
Now, she too, felt a single tear run down her own face. She watched it, as it pivoted through the air, and as it sunk into the dirt, the orange turning brown.
‘It is like we, together, are cohesively confused. I don’t understand it. But I love it. I love you’.
She, and she.