It’s complicated.

No.

Yes.

That’s an excuse you give for not telling me the truth.

No.

Okay, then tell me.

I can’t.

Why not?

It’s complicated.

What if I told you I loved you?

I can’t.

Why? Because it’s complicated?

Yes.

There’s always been someone else.

Silence.

She can’t look at him. The silence takes her in, it coddles her, it negotiates for her, and finally it releases her so that she can stand up and walk out of the apartment with her head held high, wondering if she will be just as naive the next time.

 

end 8/16/2016 (3)