“I hope you don’t mind me asking all these personal questions,” she started, timidly glancing in his direction.
By the smile he gave her, she knew that he didn’t mind, and that, quite on the contrary, her obvious curiosity was pleasant to him. Still, he said, “Not at all.”
They had been sitting side by side for quite a while, and indeed she had asked him numerous questions: about his childhood, his relationship with his wife, his beliefs about God, his attitude towards family and friendship and life and purpose. She had chimed in with her own opinions here and there, but for the most part had carefully listened and taken in his every word.
“It’s just that …,” she played with the hem of her skirt while finding the right words, “I always felt like I knew you on the inside.”
She kept her gaze down, fixed on her hands now resting patiently on her lap. “It is nice to know you on the outside too, now.”
Words & Feelings 