posted by dave on Tuesday, February 7, 2006 at 10:05 PM in category ramblings

I wonder, what did she see when her eyes met mine, that night last Spring?

It was only for a second, a half a second maybe. She'd walked in the door, her eyes scanned the room, and her eyes met mine.

When, at that moment, when she looked into my eyes for the first time in months, did she see anything?

Did she see that I was holding my breath? That I was fighting back tears? That my heart had stopped beating? Did she see the horrible truth that I myself had only realized two seconds earlier?

Did it frighten her? Is that why she let her gaze continue sweeping the room, like I wasn't even there? Is that why she sought out and greeted those people that had spent the past six months making fun of her, while I sat stunned both by my own reaction to her presence and by her lack of reaction to mine?

Did she see something in my eyes? Did it frighten her?

Because I saw nothing in hers, and that frightened the fuck out of me.

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