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January 31, 2011
her face
She loved the play, she was
so animated talking about it
she liked our seats , she said being
that close to stage was surreal
I nodded trying to seem agreeable
although all trough the show
I was watching her face
and the novelty of her experience
We almost had to run
she cried how she is not
good with numbers and how
she was mortified how incompetent'
she looked, I smiled telling her it did not matter
and how much I liked her at that moment
the vunerability of her face.
The show had started
when we barged in with our wet
overcoats , catching our breath and
as we sat down I saw how her face lit up
looking at the stage, she took a deep breath
We had some italian dinner
served with a live band as she tapped
her feet under the table drinking her red wine
We shared a delicious desert with some coffee and
she made a face as she sipped her liquor
We walked back to the hotel almost exhausted
She jumped up and down on the bed
she was too excited to sleep
asking me to read her poetry
though by the second page she was fast sleep
and I sat there looking at her face
Posted by Idinraha at January 31, 2011 09:13 PM