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In her small village she dreams of dancing. All she wanted was to dance. Such dreams could only take her so far and reality had to be faced. Was the reality that was in store for her, in the city, away from her little village, what she wanted or was it … more?
Would she find what she was seeking, needing and, would she find it in the eyes of an older man?
Written by Rebecca Milton
Published by AmorBooks
He said to me, my face was the memory of a girl he had long loved but never met. I thought that was silly, confusing. I was young and always moving, always flitting here and there. The next time he said it to me, I sat with it for some time in a coffee shop, the rain outside covering the blemishes of the life going on around me, curtaining me off from the world and I thought how sweet it was, how simple and pure it was.
“Does that mean you love me,” I asked, needing it to be spelled out, filled with a craving to hear him say the words. He smiled one of his smiles, one of his many that I would grow to know, to understand, sometimes to hate, but most times, long to see break across his face when I had not seen one for days. His smile was his answer but not the one I wanted.
