Walking her back to the old house felt natural.
I knew there was something there
but I couldn’t have imagined it would lead to this.
I calculated the odds
and I made my move
but I didn’t make it that night.
Sometimes inaction
is a form of action.
There was no pressure to do anything.
But something in the way we hugged each other that night
told me that if I ever had the chance,
I was going to go for it–whatever that meant.
I drove back to town in a heightened state of awareness.
dead sober even though I’d been drinking all that day.
I can’t say that I knew anything would happen.
But I’m telling you that I’m not surprised by any of it.
~Edward Austin Robertson
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