Scene: White

The last time I saw you. I saw that whole scene with a certain bias against myself. And you saw it .. Differently. Your different perspective adds to what actually happened in my mind.

The first time I saw myself shunted off to the side. Used and forgotten. For a better replacement.

The second time I saw you unable to speak your request and hesitant to expect.

The first time was my experience. The second yours.

The truth?

I left. Because I was scared. And I walked away and saw what I wanted to see. And I let it hurt us both. And you were silent and did not use your voice. And it hurt us both.

The truth?

Frozen and fled. We gave into fear. And that colored the scene. Remove the color and you have …

Opportunity.