She had always wanted to tell him. From the very first day, when it was rainy out and the streets glistened and they spent hours talking just around the corner in the bar a block from her apartment. But she couldn’t or she didn’t. Never seemed right. And from that moment, there was guilt that gave way to silent resignation.
And the more days that passed, the more she decided to believe that maybe this really was in the past. It was how she argued her way to detente and silenced the voices. Still she knew it would be short lived and they would be back.