So she stood up from across the table and sat down next to me,
¨this way is more personal¨she said.

She was the first person in a long time who asked
how i was? and meant it
or at least that´s what i felt, maybe i don´t know
i was swamped in so much for toolong
i decided a stranger was the perfect listener.

My mouth seemed a spread river, floodied
my heart was bursting, she also asked about my life,
marriage, men, the reason why i became a rebel.
She even opened up a little, i felt confidence, i felt confident.

While i was exposing all my feelings i couldn´t look at her in the eye, it was obvious
yet i was open, i was still talking to a stranger.

¨Have anyone hurt you by telling you that?¨
¨No, no one has and i wouldn´t let them¨

The more the time ran from my clock
the more i spoke she paded me on the arm and said
¨I have to let you go¨
as i felt exposed i answered ¨Oh me too¨

¨No but i have to figure out what´s for dinner tonight¨

She picked her things up, i felt emotionally raped
and it wasn´t rape
i had consented it
i spoke my life to a stranger.