When you fall in love with someone, you fall in love not only with her face and eyes and heart, but with her vision of the world. Love leaves no room to stand back and pity another`s delusions. You share them. You join hands lying down and draw an arc across the sky and tell a story about what a cloud looks like, a story that becomes your shared truth.
But what of the pieces of her you don`t understand? The notes in her voice you cannot hit with your own? The words she uses, but that you cannot remember the meaning of? I wasn`t sure what I wanted in that moment -- to share everything with her, or to take back my secrets and begin again in a version of our story where I was aloof and intriguing. Where she begged to know me, but I gave her nothing but cool stares and cryptic promises.