The Woman Sitting Next To Me
The Woman Sitting Next To Me --------------------------------------------------------------- ‘Can I tell you about what happened to my parents?’ ‘Ah, you're finally ready?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Sure, I'll listen. Why tonight though?’ ‘I feel like I’ve finally got someone I can trust.’ ‘I.. well..’ ‘No, it's ok. You don't have to say anything. Please, just listen if you will.’ ‘Of course. Come sit with me.’ This woman sitting next to me.. is it right for me to put my pain on her shoulders? Is it right to take the weight off of my back and let her into the parts of me that I’ve walled off from others for so long? I’m so very conflicted, but the gleam in her eyes tells me it's alright. ‘Alright so.. hmm.. where to start. I don't remember much from those days, well, from when my parents were alive. I’m unsure if my mind just tried to lock those memories away deep in my subconscious, or if I really did just forget. I can only ...