Love's Bitter Truth

coffee and the faint sound of a ban

thought about in years was t

ollege d

younger, no wedding ring, no fai

the cluttered des

m C

the coffee shop.

on the phone's screen

rs in t

our first o

m her blog were a raw, open wound in my mind. The ten years of

d, a perfect, practiced smile I now knew was for

get along great. We have the same friends. I think

I saw the desperation behind the confidence. The need to

. The disgust in her blog posts

a slow

oice calm and steady. "I'm j

lars on the table for he

of shock and humiliation,

phone buzzed again.

? Was it something

s no longer hidden

tragic path she was on. I could destroy her with the truth, or I c

k a simple,

an't be with someone who is st

and blocked