“I’m glad you agreed to come here –” she started while taking particularly slow steps towards him to keep the coffee from spilling out of the cup she was holding in both hands, “– I have longed for privacy …”
He took the cup from her hands, being careful not to notice their shaking. He leaned back into the couch and looked around the quiet lounge.
“It’s a nice place you’ve got here,” he said quite simply and amiably, uncertain how to respond to her.
“Yes … ” she murmured absent-mindedly.
She sat at the other end of the couch and gave a big sigh. Then she stood up again, and paced about the room, evidently avoiding meeting his patient and curious gaze which she could feel was on her. At last, she took a seat on a chair at the dining table, and lowered her eyes to her hands resting on her lap.
“I have no other way of saying what I wish to say to you, so you must brace yourself. I have spent years trying to understand the what and the why of my feelings, and eventually found peace in accepting them. But this peace was no more when I — when I started wanting to tell you! And do not misunderstand me: I — I do not want to break your marriage, and have too much respect for you to have such kinds of intentions — but I do not know what my intentions are — perhaps, surely, only to express myself and tell you — tell you –“
There she sniffed and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. “– that I am a little bit in love with you … and I love you very much — and have ever since I was a girl …”
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