she has this unbelievable desire to tell him everything. everything from her wishes to her desires to her dreams... most of which he already knows. his eyes pull secrets from her heart from her mind, all the way from her throat and off the tip of her resisting tongue. and she tells him things without knowing why or how.

she tells him her heart and wonders why she bothers. but not all of it. no. some he could never understand. some he could never accept... some things she could never bring herself to tell him. not because she doesnt want too. no, because she is afraid of what he will think.

the once intimate relationship held over coffee and late night car rides has dwindled now, to short conversations across large tables and questioning glances.

strangers. awkward silence. different, that is all.

everything changes eventually.