One small gesture, a quick exchange, or a premeditated intention is all that is required to connect us. The world is full of phenomenal coincidences and this book was not simply a circumstance, but a very directed message for you. Posted in: Uncategorized DanielleRohr’s photostream Published Februby Wybearpress He works on the river, he buys me a beer, and I can’t stop smiling. What hold could this stranger have on me to persuade me to deviate from myself? Perhaps it is the soft caress of night which I have missed so dearly, or the threat of time closing in on me, desperate to take all that I can, before it’s gone. He tries again, almost laughing “I’m Ansell”. Shy, awkward, and unpopular, this is not my standard behavior. I’ve never had a reaction to anyone like this before.
He is looking deep into my eyes, trying to make sense of this senseless event, and as he thinks his lips curl up at the corners “Was she on drugs?” “Do I know her?” startled and intrigued he tries to reason “Has she mistaken me for someone else”? I’m not on drugs. All social rules and appropriate conduct melted away from my sincere and hungry expression. Only moments before I entered the bar, only to negotiate through the congested crowd, heading directly for him. He’s doing his best to assess who, and what I’m doing.
Uninhibited, without any doubt, I lock eyes with him. The tight crowd squeezes in around us, this hides the fact that I have just walked up and pushed myself against this random man. I place my hands on his chest while staring intently into his eyes he doesn’t pull away, as if I have challenged him.
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