Trouble (Improv)

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just different

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My attraction towards her was fatal. For the realest things to come from her lips affected me in more ways than one. You see truth speaks volume. And the beauty that comes from her lips was more than I anticipated. Feeling my attraction begin to rise. I attempted to switch the subject. Finding that we both shared the same amount of pain. Adding value to each subject that rose. I began to feel that there was more for me. My self consciousness reacting before I could gather myself completely. I felt a sense of liberation. No longer the day I had at work, what I was planning to eat on the way home. More instead how every other thought included her. The respect held eye to eye. The avenues of how her day went, the ins and outs. The evidence that I found what I was missing. And I didn't understand one bit.   I suppose it's better that way. Stepping outside of myself into the crossway leading off into the street. A dark backdrop highlighted by a white light of a bald man walking before it turns A reddish orange. Though nothing is as harmless as it seems. I felt at ease staring into her eyes.   Stepping inside of her mind was like walking into an art gallery. Her interests, technological advances all highlighted in bright and violet hue. All in the span of 10 minutes walking in. Mutually we both spoke with our hands. We'd throw fits with our laughs, indulging in the philosophy of smile.   With morality aroused I instantly began questioning myself. Wanting to know more I asked question, after question. Anything as a means to have kept her talking. Feeling an everlasting peace. Walking downtown in an abundance of space, I felt I could breathe. But I couldn't shake that she felt that I was like most guys. That at any moment, as comfortable as she was, she was still waiting on me to give any indication that I was no different than the faces pointed down scrolling down their phone.   And we, Like separate thumbs. Belonged to different people Trouble