Sitting across the table

Sitting across the table with beautiful eyes and intellect.

Sitting across the table watching the pain and the loss.

Sitting across the table watching the unknown become known.

Fascinating! Star date 11.23.2019, planet Earth, North American region. As has been known to be the case no matter how many you meet they're all very different. And all for the same reasons.

The amount of lessons that can be learned are only limited by the amount you pay attention. And sometimes you get more than you pay for.

And therefore I find myself receiving much more of an education than I'm giving. Story after Story told with a cryptic connector on the back and before. Long words are filled with emotion and the playfulness of a teenager on the first day of school. Segway into short words filled with pain and intensity like a person on the edge soon to break out.

This is what the men of this planet would overlook? Fascinating, readjusting to my assumptions. Readjusting to my assurance. Words in one direction telltale signs in another. Stories to cover the truth, the truth to heighten the story. Complexity in plain sight.

What was it an hour, a day? All the while wishing for more mass to slow time. Marvelous. Does she even know? Teased in any category and stories flow.

Blissful. So rare in this place it must be noted and reported.

A very rare occasion. A very rare breed. Beautiful unflinching eyes, no funny business smile. Cognizant discussions of a clear will, female one each.

Captain Ray, USS Ronin commanding.

Coded call sign and message to be sent: "Billie Jean is not my lover. Just a girl who claims that I am the one."

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Who says you can't talk politics, religion, sex, race, species of origin, and not have a good time. LOL