Understanding

"I feel stretched too thin, like there's not enough of me," he said. "I wonder if you can see through me when the light is just right." "Not me," she said in reply, the tears coming. "I feel the weight of the world and it's crushing." He moved slowly across the room, bending to put his arms around her with the greatest of care. "What are you doing?" she asked, surprised, pulling away slightly. "Paper wraps rock," he whispered (with a new understanding), not letting go until her eyes were dry.