C.8: Days Passed

It was another day with her. We laughed, smile, chat. She was always here fresh and happy at 8. Then letting me rest by 10. We never touched the topic of death. Never once spoke about anything that has indirect link to anything that may be upsetting. She was sweet. The only problem is how this heart beats.

The walks we took side by side suddenly had an additional component of us locking arms. Soon that progressed naturally to our fingers interlocking as we roam the streets of Paris. The food we ate respectively became a session of occasional feeding to each other. What is going on? My mind told me not to nip pick at every details. So I didn’t. Like this, days passed.