We Sat At a Table

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Although, we sat at opposite ends of the table. It felt too close. He was not staring at me but into me. He was gazing at the depths of my soul. Surfing the complex galaxies of my mind. He was too close.

I look away and look back up. This time I'm transfixed. I can barely breathe. I want him to stop. I feel shivery, vulnerable, helpless. I feel understood, I feel lost. I feel raw love burning in his eyes. Yet, I am the one aflame.

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