9 December 2012
"It's important,"
"I know, I know it is,"
There was silence as my eyes searched his, looking for answers that did not exist. At the same time, his wandered across my face, taking every part of me in. Silence filled me with more than words ever could.
"I'm sorry,"
"For what?"
"For not taking it as seriously as I should have,"
"It's ok, I know you didn't-, I mean, it's ok, it's alright," words flooded out, slipped and spilled and tripped until I didn't know what I wanted to say, what I should say, any more. He looked down at the gravel beneath our feet, shuffling back and forth, his trainers kicking up dust.
Answers Don't Exist • Opuss № I