Don’t Mistake My Listening To You For Caring About You

The white webbing between his fingers stretched to transparency; his  knuckles, flattened into the hard flex. His eyes were fishbowl large, his gaze, intense. The tightness around them signal extreme vulnerability, loneliness, fear of abandonment. My eyes returned to his hands bracing his dinner plate. Pleading hands, but not for me. For her. For her to … Continue reading Don’t Mistake My Listening To You For Caring About You