Dave nodded. “One reason. The other, I was scared of commitment.”
I drank my lemonade. “I never knew because you never talked about it. You’d come home after work and you’d look miserable.”
“Don’t get me wrong,” he said. “I loved you.” He paused. “I still do.”
“I know you did.”
“It was—”
“What? It was what?”
Dave grew quiet.
Night collapsed around us, blanketing us in semi-blackness.
Silence had been one of the rifts in our relationship
“What were you going to say?” I asked.
He tore at the sharp blades of grass at his fingertips: he loves me; he loves me not
“It was hard for me to discuss my feelings a year ago,” he said.
The truth
“It was difficult for me to see you struggle with those feelings,” I said, reaching for his hand in the shadows. “I wanted to be there for you. I wanted you to be able to open up and talk about your feelings.”
“I know—”