Of distances

She couldn't bear to look him in the eye. But it's not possible to disregard him the whole hour when it's only the 3 of them.

From the corner of her eye, she saw him smile at her, there's no choice but to turn and acknowledge him with as good a smile as she could muster.

How is it that even when she tries to avoid having eye contact or talking to him, she's still inevitably conscious of his presence? Of where he is, what he's doing. Ah oui, she's more comfortable stealing glances at him when he's not aware. 'From a distance, I'm safe.' So she thinks. Ha.

She can't decide what's worse, not being able to see him or being in contact with him daily but having to pretend that she's ok, everything's all right.

Some say 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder.'

She thinks, for him, with regards to her, it'll be 'Out of sight, out of mind.' Sigh.