I’ll call her Sophie, not her real name. (However, I do recall her name.)
She too was married.
About life. About studying. About God (hey, it was seminary). About futures. About pasts. About just about anything is what we talked about.
Side by side, Sophie and I sat on the second-floor balcony of the seminary’s student housing. Though we could have been anywhere. My legs dangled over the edge. Minutes seemed like seconds, with an hour passing in a fast-forward sprint. At some point, which may have been before our spontaneous talk ever started, I was attracted to her. And I think she was to me. But that’s a guess. I just knew my excitement. My wondering. My fancy words on the surface may have been discussing a new twist of theology just learned in a seminar, but my interior thoughts were tinged with . . . lust.
I wanted her. Crude, eh?
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