Comfort

The infatuation was mutual and strong. Held back by commitments and fear of what could be. She suddenly leaned into me and I embraced her as completely as possible. Her body melted into mine. The scents of her soap and shampoo overwhelmed me as I had only previously experienced them from a polite distance. She then looked up and said, "imagine it is 1924 and we are in Paris. We could be free. We could be together". She buried her head back into my chest and wept. This was all for my benefit. At least that was my feeling at the time, and I was grateful.