Randomness (r_ness) wrote,

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We'd gone to Stony Creek, because I'd wanted to show her a piece of New England within a short drive of campus. It was a warm spring day, and we walked along the shore with the waves gently washing onto the beach. The gulls wheeled around in the distance, their cries carried faintly on the wind.

We found a place to sit on a stone wall. She sat with her back to me as I began to rub her back. I looked out over her shoulder to the water. We talked about relationships, and thinking about relationships. "Perhaps we think too much," she said. "It's what we've been trained to do, all our lives, so it's understandable. But maybe it's not always the right thing. Sometimes, perhaps, we should just act."

Years later, I understood what she'd meant. It was some time after that before I started to wonder if she'd actually been talking about us.
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