“Oh, you weak, beautiful people who give up with such grace. What you need is someone to take hold of you - gently, with love, and hand your life back to you.”
Their closeness was born from a mutual misunderstanding.
He'd spent his life feeling misunderstood. She didn't realize until later, until she recognized it in him, but she had, too.
It was like he pushed something, gently, inside her. That push moved something else. Then an avalanche of new fell atop her. She'd travelled farther in her mind to see him than she had in her life's entirety.
Their closeness was born from a difference, a silent likeness.
They didn't need to talk. They saw what they shared; the misunderstood, the lonely, hovering around them, like steam in the air.
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