One of those perfect moments
You talked. I talked. A lot. About every inconsequential subject imaginable. I looked over at you. Your eyes flickered with a profound knowledge that only you could fully understand. I watched as your eyes danced around in excitement. Listened as you struggled to explain your epiphany. I understood. Not because of the language, but because you presented me with an incomprehensible glimpse of the real you. Oh yes, I understood.