She was altogether impossible, which was kinda funny considering what she does for a living, and what I do. She couldn’t or wouldn’t except what I was telling her. I was in half a mind to give up, walk away, pretend I never said anything.
A little devil inside was urging me on to tell her everything, why I do what I do, why I put myself in situations to get her attention. Then of course the other voice says to be cautious, if she chooses to ignore it then so can I, I can run, flee from it all. Figuratively and literally.
In my heart I’ve always known, I’m a little devil.
So I talk for once, at first she doesn’t seem to get it, then I spell it out for her in big bold block capital letters.
Now she gets it, she understands and just sits there dumbly while I tell her the rest.
Everything comes poring out of me all at once. And she doesn’t seem scared or frightened, just a thoughtful look and the same caring face I’m used to.
I gaze into her eyes to see, not the harshness that I was expecting or the loneliness of rejection.
Her eyes tell me everything and hope fills my veins when I see it.
Acceptance.
The End.
Any guesses who the speaker is and who they are talking to.