I look at him with my mouth slightly parted open. He always surprises me with his sudden, and unexpected questions. I always take so much time answering him, fearing my tongue would slip and he will discover the truth if I'm not careful with my response.
I swallowed hard. Summoning my voice, I replied, “No, he isn't.”
“Are you in love with him?” He asked without looking at me. His soft voice thick with resentment.
I could lie right at that moment but I chose to tell the truth and said no. “I will eventually learn how to love him back in time.” I added much to his chagrin. 'Just like the way I'm learning to stop loving you right now.' I honestly thought to myself, feeling so damn lucky he couldn't read my thoughts right now.