Jamey: So, how was your day? Get to revisit old times in Blacksburg?
David:
The good old times when you were on my arm. My shadow looked lonely without yours next to it...
Jamey: Oh, David... shoes...
He makes me look down at my shoes a lot... I get all bashful and embarrassed. I have to avert my eyes because I can't bear the way he looks at me. I'm used to winning staring contests, to commanding things with my eyes, dominating with a fierce or imperious gaze... Falling... falling into each other. And the best part? He seems to feel the same. I've been trying not to say things like "miss you" or "I couldn't get you off my mind..." I've been
burned so often. I just want to drop the cynicism and emotional hurt and just trust that he's not going to be another experimenter... Any ideas about how I can just let go?