Of course it happens now. The timing is always wrong, the feelings never reciprocated. There’s always something that holds me back.

I can’t talk for fear of crying. It’s almost over. What will I do when it’s over? Will things be the same? No, they won’t. We’ll fall apart.

No more whispered secrets, private jokes in public places. I’ll watch from the sidelines and cheer. I’ll cheer for everything...

We were supposed to be

Lovers

Friends

Anything

Everything.

They were supposed to let us be.

It didn’t matter to me what we were, as long as we were.

They won’t do what they’re supposed to, will they?

No.__

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We can keep going though, right?

Or are you…?

Oh.

You are.

No, no, no.

They’re wrong, right?

Right?

Baby, back me up. They’re saying we shouldn’t be. They’re saying we’re wrong.

Baby, I’m s...

There’s always a tell.

Sometimes it’s

The blink of an eye,

The tilt of a head,

A word or phrase that makes you feel…

Off.

A tell is like a crack on a frozen pond:

All fun and games as you watch from the sidelines as some tries to skate away

But

But

But

Someday, you’ll be the skater.

The cracks are no longer fun,

No longer funny.

You see the tells and know exactly what’s happening

But

You can’t do...