apropos of nothing
December 12, 2005
Show, don't tell.
Around 1:00am I sprung a leak and cried on the dance floor.
No sobs, just soft fat tears that slid down my flushed cheeks while I bounced to the beats.
Holding it back seemed like too much effort, and letting it happen didn't seem like a bad idea in the moment.
The next day she brought it up, and when I brushed it off with, "Oh, yeah, not a big deal, just a little emotional", she said "Uh huh. I kind of like it when you're human."
I changed the subject and suggested we go for a drink.
There is a time and place for everything and she knows me well enough to let it go.
Which is enough to make me cry.
Posted by sasha
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