Small Talk.

I would love to call you dear.  I know your name and what your backyard looks like, because you told me during polite, if not somewhat forced, conversation.  I know you double knot your shoelaces and that your hair turns into curls at the nape of your neck, because I’ve snuck glances at your silhouette for weeks.

I would love to call you dear, but I don’t know you.  I don’t know your favorite color or what song fills your eyes with light or how you take your coffee.  I don’t know any of the things that matter.  I only know the most mundane details you’ve thrown around since you were able to speak.  You shook my hand and shared these with me, unaware that I’d tuck them away and say them quietly to myself to revel in the feeling of knowing.

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Small Talk.

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