#diversy

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En Chile, Se Les Explica con un cuento a los niños que hay distintos tipos de familias.-

She smiled at him. He looked back, confused, not sure how to respond. He knew that she was as beautiful of a woman as he'd ever seen.

He wanted to tell her so, but couldn't. For some reason, be it her beauty or her overwhelming sense of confidence, he couldn't bring himself to tell her the truth.

She lay on her sofa, looking as stunning as one could. He sat on the other end, looking at her, searching for the words.

He wrestled with his thoughts. ‘Tell her, you coward’ he told himself. But doubt kept him from speaking his mind. But her beauty compelled him to. It stunned him, disorientated him, and caused him to be silent. But his mind raced, still.

He questioned whether or not she felt the same. His male ego told him that she did. Then it told him that she didn't. And he suffered.

At one point she got closer to him on the sofa. She allowed him to touch her forehead that was wounded, and he thought, ‘I want you. I want to know you, learn all about your dislikes and your likes. I want to know what upsets you and what makes you happy so I can always make you smile.’

On more than one occasion he tried to leave. It was late, and she had been yawning. But he couldn’t. He wanted to be in her presence.

But by 3 a.m., he knew it was time to go. So he left with nothing more than a good bye.

He walked down her hallway, got on the elevator and hit the button for the first floor.

The door opened up and he made his way through the lobby of the building and out into the street. The night was cool for a Chicago summer night. But he didn’t mind. He walked away from her building and turned onto Diversy, walking with a steady pace, looking down at the sidewalk, thinking.

As he made his way to his car, he walked past a couple that was arguing. Apparently the man had bought shots for everyone at the bar except his girlfriend, and she wasn’t happy about it. They didn’t even notice him as he walked past. The sound of their voices faded as he strolled down the block until all he could hear were faint traces of their drunken argument.

He continued on, thinking about what had just happened. The night felt surreal. The city was quiet. It felt like he was in a dream. When he finally got to his car, he got in and drove off.

He cruised through the city streets with his windows down, in no particular rush. His was the only car on the streets and it felt as if he were all alone. His mind raced as he thought, ‘What if I was right? What if she feels the same way I do?’

He parked his car in front of his building and walked the two flights up to his apartment. Once in, the silence continued.

He got ready for bed, laid down and continued to think. As the sun rose, he decided it would be best to leave her alone, to let it be. He was wrong. There was no way she could possibly feel the same way. And he didn’t want to embarrass himself or her any further with his silly behavior.