An Intense Experience Sweeps Away All Pretense

I do not know you and so you receive the pristine edge of my story.  We travel a path that takes us into a spiral of confidences.  Then, a moment, or many moments of an intense experience changes my willingness to regard the pretense.  The pretense, though pretty, is only a partial reflection of me.  Me is richer and much more than the pristine edges of my story…  And so it goes.