you see, you have feelings. you can appreciate the inner me. like right now i feel a closeness between us that i've never felt with anyone before - anyone. yeah i know what you mean. that's how i feel. i dont know if i can put it into words either, but --- that's just it, it doesn't need words. that's the whole point. like what's the use of all those words when the feelings aren't behind them? they're just words. like i can look at a painting and tell it, you're beautiful. but what does it mean to the painting? but i'm not a painting. i'm not two dimensional. i'm a person. even a botticelli doesn't breathe and have feelings. it's beautiful, but it's still a painting. no matter how beautiful the outside may be, the inside still has feelings and needs that just words don't fulfill.
she nestled into his chest and he put an arm around her and held her hand, yeah you're right. it's not just the outside that's beautiful, but they don't know. it's hopeless. that's why you can't be worried about the world. they'll just do you in anyway. you can't depend on them because sooner or later they'll turn on you or just disappear and leave you there alone.
marion frowned for a moment. but you can't shut everyone out. i mean you ave to have someone to love. someone to hold on to. someone....
no, no, i dont mean that, harry pulled her back to his chest. i just mean that there are a bunch of lames out there. someone like you could really make it alright for me. with you with me i could really do something.
marion almost sighed, do you really mean that, harry?
harry lookedinto her eyes, then at her face, and gently glided the tip of a finger over her cheek and traced the outline of her nose, his face and eyes in a soft and tender smile, you could really make my life worthwhile.
oh, harry, there's something in me that's crying to come out but it needs the right person to open the lock. you can unlock it, harry, i know it.
copyright 1978 hubert selby