We were sitting at the foot of my bed. After the holiday party. I don\’t remember what was the reason he concocted to come in. And somehow we started talking, sitting on my $400 Angela Adams rug. Softly so that we wouldn\’t wake up my roommate next door.
I don\’t remember specifically what we talked about. But it was one of those where are we going things.
And I remember saying something, something about my past history of getting hurt easily. Not because of the boys, but always by the choices I make and how I reacted toward them.
He gave me a sorrowful look, a caring look and said, \”Am I hurting you?\”
Without even pausing, I said no.
Later, I looked in his eyes and they really did say no. But they often aren\’t even aware of the power they can do.