our old restaurant.”
“I brought you somewhere we were happy.”
“That sounds similar.”
“It isn’t.”
She waited.
“I don’t want our old relationship back,” I said.
Su expresión cambió.
Continúo.
“We loved each other. But we were terrible at telling the truth when the truth was inconvenient. I hid inside work. You kept trying to protect me from difficult conversations until you were already hurt. We both assumed instead of asking.”
“That’s fair.”
“So no. I don’t want the past back.”
“What do you want?”
I took a breath.
“This.”
