"A connection?" I asked and she nodded, "That, unlike the other little fun experiences, that there was something passing between us at that moment. Something we shared?"
"I didn't know what it meant, I didn't think you felt it. I thought I was crazy," she explained, new tears in her eyes now, less bitter. I felt them too, falling from my eyes.
"I saw your lips, so unique, and I used them to find you," was all I could say.
"I try so hard to keep people away from me," she said and it was like I was talking to myself, "I didn't understand how you could get into my head when I never saw your face and you didn't know who I was."
"I don't understand it either," I said, "But it was the same for me. The fact that you could get through all of my defenses, it has to mean something." I said. She
