At which point is the innocence of a simple conversation transformed?
Is there an inflection point when the true depths of our emotions are uncovered?

In these conversations, I have found the child within desperately seeking its expression without repression. Slowly, thru simple coincidences truths started appearing from the fog.
You're eyes have welcomed me deep within to discover secrets buried long ago, I tread ever so carefully. My care is fueled a need to cherish this faith you have placed within me.

I do not know if it is guilt I feel or an interpretation of emotions long suppressed by your sorrows.  While the years have been kind enough to teach me the difference between the stare of romance and that of showing me your true self confidence and insecurity, I am haunted by a split second gaze we shared, when all became apparent.

You took me into a desert where rivers once flowed, yet the arid cruelty of human nature has left you bare and dry.  Now all that remains are the scars where the waters once flowed freely. These waters nourished you, and bridges of trust allowed you to cross them.  But today, we have found the deepest well of all, where the eternal fountains of recovery can bring you back. All in a split second, when our eyes couldn't hide...