Wondering what to talk about…
I spoke to her about beauty, about how she was blessed with too much of it.
I spoke to her about intelligence, about how subjective and rare it was.
I spoke to her about the world, about how it changes every time you take your eyes off it.
I spoke to her about opinions, about how everyone is entitled to one, how everyone doesn’t want to let go of theirs.
I spoke to her about feelings, both physical and emotional, both good and bad, both distilled and crude, both hers and mine.
I spoke to her about love, about how little I understood of it.
I spoke to her about companionship, about how it can last for a reason, a season or a lifetime.
…she listened patiently, nodded at all the right moments - until it was time for her plane to take off.