Sunday, January 18, 2004

We sat in a quiet booth in a deserted Dairy Queen, our half finished ice cream pushed to the side in lue of our conversation. The employees cleaned around us in preparation for closing, making just enough noise to be obvious, but not obnoxious. We ignored them, however, too excited and too intent on our conversation to leave.

We spoke of thoughts and ideas within us, things that neither of us had chosen to share with many others. We had kept these thoughts to ourselves not for secretive reasons, but because we knew others would not understand. So rather than share what would not be fully appreciated or understood, we had decided to store away these ideals until the day that they were realized. Tonight, however, she and I had found within the other understanding. We had finally found commonality in another and we rejoiced in it.


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