Hide and Seek

The rest of my day was basically one long game of hide-and-seek, and I was doing everything in my power to be the seeker and the hider—running around and ducking behind corners, avoiding Blake like he carried a contagious disease called "Let's Talk About It."

I wasn't interested in sitting down for some deep, heart-to-heart conversation where we talked things through and cried and hugged it out. Nope. There was no point. None at all. Blake was always going to sit on the damn fence, teetering between being Switzerland and pretending neutrality was noble.

But here's the ugly truth no one ever tells you: trying not to step on anyone's toes means you eventually will step on someone's. You can't dance around two people locked in a war and expect to stay clean. Someone's going to feel the stomp. And in this case? That someone was me.