I took a long drag from the cigarette. The end burnt bright orange before forming a zone of pale ash. From the look on my face, Maya can tell that my mind was in the past, revisiting.
"Are you going to tell Cliff about it, Faye?"
"I might. I mean, I want to. I really like him. If I am brave enough. When I am brave enough."
Maya took my hand and gave it a squeeze. I squeezed back.
"Babe, the past is a teacher. If things appear to be moving too fast, it's ok to wait. I think you get what I mean."
"Mmm..." I heard you, Maya. Another bitter pill from her, one that I appreciate. I turned to Maya and she to me. "Thank you" I whispered with a smile.
We sat for a few more moments, although there was really nothing left to say. The conversation that took place in silence totally made sense, because the heart has its own language.