Sitting here under the cherry tree, looking out over the city - overcast sky and cool breeze; I play back a question that has been in my head for a few days now - does she watch me with love in her eyes? Then more questions come - faster than answers.
What does she see when she looks at me? Does she see a man she loves or is it someone she's grown comfortable with? Does she watch me with disgust or is there a bit of lust?
I've found myself contemplating. Does she see me the way I see her? The more I think about it the more I ask the more I lean towards no.
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