Her eyes sparkled like emeralds, their shiny greenness almost overwhelming him as he looked into those pools of natural delight. When she smiled, her soul shone out from those eyes. Every time he looked into them, he got a glimpse of her soul. Nothing could be more intimate.
It was the laughter he remembered, the good times of being together. And the small things, which seemed almost trivial now. He had not meant to hurt her, but she was hurt. Deeply hurt, although she did not show it, as she kept close to him. A good friend.
He had not seen that they were drifting apart. Locked in his own world of creeping anxiety he had tried to put things right in his life. But he had failed again, and now she wanted to hold back. Let's just be friends for a while. It sounded OK. She was hurt. He was hurt.
Broken relationships, the most painful of life's experiences, or certainly one of the most painful. But if a level of friendship can be retained it makes for a smoother passing into the future. For both of them. Now they were just two people, hurt. Regretting that they had each been suffering from the same destructive relationship patterns from the past.
But this time was different, as if each had woken up from a deep slumber. They started to speak to each other, at levels they had never contemplated before. Now I understand, he said. Now I understand, she said. They had been such good friends.
He looked into her eyes and now saw the true beauty of her soul, something he had missed before. And she looked into his eyes, past the hurt, and saw the beauty there.
Without warning, they each broke into spontaneous laughter, as her hand gently moved towards him, imperceptibly touching her palm into his. He accepted this movement with gratitude.
They got up, their hands gripped tightly, as they moved towards the waves on the moonlit shore.
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