Sunday, August 27, 2006

Later, i turned out the light and lay there thinking. When we were quiet with each other, I was able to see how close I felt to him.
Neither of us has said anything. Love doesn't need to be discussed; it has its own voice and speaks for itself. That night, by the well, the silence had allowed our hearts to approach each other and get to know each other better. My heart had listened closely to what he said, and now it was content.


pg 68 by the river piedra i sat down and wept

le moment ou il m'a dit que c'etait moi la premiere personne qu'il appelait cherie, je me suis apercue qu'il m'offrait qqchose de pas banale, et que je pouvais plus me porter comme j'etais d'avant car cet homme et ce qui se passe entre nous deux etaient si precieux.

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