“How did you know?” he asked me, pulling his fingers through his hair.
“What?” I asked, already knowing what he meant.
“That I would understand?” he asked.
I smiled at him for a moment, then leaned forward and whispered in his ear.
“I just did,” I said. “I could feel you.”
I leaned back then, and he looked at me and for the first time I saw a hesitation in his eyes.
“It’s okay,” I said. “Sometimes it is better not to ask why.”
I stood and made my way to the restroom, feeling his eyes on me. I took a deep breath.
“What are you doing?” I asked myself, but I already knew. There is living, and then there is being alive, and the one thing I knew was I needed was to be very, very alive.