Talk Without Speaking

I feel like I’ve been living in a black and white, two dimensional, cardboard cutout of my life. Not much has been able to penetrate so I really wasn’t prepared for the look in his eyes that said he understood every last thing that I’ve been feeling and thinking these last couple of days. It struck me at the time but not fully. Only later when I really thought about it did its full weight hit me and the tears came and my own breath betrayed me and took on a life of its own, sobbing and gasping.