XX00~PEEKaBOO~Wednesday, August 4, 2010
I have fallen head over heels with a man old enough to be my father. He smells of clean laundry and slightly stale breath. When he looks into my eyes, I shiver and my cheeks turn pink. Once, we walked together through the rain and shared an umbrella, elbows bumping with every step. He stopped and looked down at me, the umbrella framing his kind, kind face. For a moment, his eyes sent a message which I understood. He reached out and kissed me on the cheek, but then he turned and walked away.Now, his eyes are guarded and he is scared to share an umbrella with me again.
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