After displaying to me.
Her moment of weakness.
She hardened back up.
She played it off so well.
With her abstract answers.
That were never clear.
So I let it go.
Just this time.
But next time would be different.
The sun was setting.
As we headed out.
To go for a ride.
We skated alongside.
One another.
In silence.
I watched the sky.
And the sun as it dipped below.
The horizon.
"What are you thinking?"
She asked.
Looking at me with those curious eyes.
Would you believe.
I didn't know how to answer?
No one had asked me that before.
"I'm thinking,
Why do you want to know
What I'm thinking?"
This gained a laugh out of her.
"I'm just curious."
She answered.
"Well what are you thinking?"
I hoped she would tell me.
What she refused to before.
"I'm thinking about
A love story."
She smiled.
I was beyond curious.
She always told good stories.
"Tell me the story?"
"I was just thinking that it's romantic,
That the sun dies
For the moon every night. "
She said with a sigh.
Gazing at.
The dying sun.
"Unconditional love."
She murmured.
Like I wasn't supposed to hear.
But I did.
