The idea of each other

November 14, 2009

Nine years after first meeting, we had one more slow dance and kissed, holding onto something from the past that hadn’t let either of us go.

“You seem distant,” he said, two nights later. “I can tell something is wrong.”

I hugged my knees tighter to myself, unwilling to drop several defenses. I’ve learned, in the hardest of ways, to keep them solid until much later in the exchange.

“We don’t know each other well enough,” I said. All we know, I thought, is the idea of each other.


  1. Genie – I’ve come back and read this story several times. I like it that much!

  2. Kristina, thank you — that’s high praise!

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