Facing the world
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Sure? We can…”
“No.”
The response was absolute. She’d rather be alone. It was just one of those days when she couldn’t quite decipher what was wrong.
He gave her a couple of hours.
Then he pulled her into a tight embrace – he knew this relieved her tension and said “let’s go.” He allowed no opportunities for questions. They weren’t important. And it didn’t matter.
About an hour later, they arrived.
It was the quiet place where their first date developed. It served as a reminder that it was them against the world.
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An interesting story. Nicely done.
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Thank you so much!
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Lucky woman. She has a man who understands her and behaves accordingly.
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Lucky indeed.
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A lot of details to their story, I would like to know. Sounds embracing.
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Glad you’re intrigued!
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He is a kind and sensitive soul with his loved one. I wish all victims of trauma would be treated so well.
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Indeed…
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Perhaps she’ll open up there
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Lots of reassurance needed here.
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Sometimes it’s necessary when we ourselves forget who we are.
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Perhaps…
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