threestares

the series of surreal moments climaxed. he held her head in his hand. she saw the iris of his eye and marveled at being there, in that moment. that precise moment had been her intention, but the truth that gripped her was that she felt too much. later, as she struggled to comprehend it, she recognized that she would never know how he felt and she experienced a sense of desperate isolation.

eventually, when she tilted her head and looked at it from another angle, she recognized the gift for what it was. it was not about how alone she felt after it was over but how she felt when it happened. it was a lesson about possibility and lack of obligation to anyone but herself.