Written at 4 am, and fictional, with minor excerpts from real life... You said only once with your eyes what I would have said a million with my voice. And even when we fully understood the consequences we were surprised at the outcome. A proprietor of hidden talent, you once said, reffering to something that you mistakingly assumed had existed before your cue. And roughly, at least, I had a general idea of how much you had meant to me. This was, of course, before you complicated things by loving me back. .smp