The Blanket |
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She felt him
in her thoughts with comfort, the way she might snuggle down under her
favorite blanket on a cold winter day. Warmth, trust and hope surrounded
her feelings for him. She welcomed the support and comfort she found in
him, the joy of sharing both old and new experiences. It was easy to
imagine the future with him. She thought that was enough to call it
love.
But sometimes she wondered. Testing the idea like a swimmer testing the
water, a little at a time, she turned her thoughts to life without him.
She searched her feelings for pain or denial of the possibility. She
found neither and wondered what that meant. She stepped further into the
question, waiting for feelings of loneliness or fear. Where were they?
She felt instead a drop of guilt, and regret. She knew those were all
she could summon. Deep in her heart, she remained apart, alone,
individual. Crystal clear, she wrapped the knowledge away under a warm,
soft blanket. ©2003 Sonja Torres |