I stopped reading.
Steam rose from the black coffee beside me into the cold air.
Then I continued.
“I knew that if I had told you the truth, you might still have said yes.”
My eyes filled with tears.
I whispered, “Then why didn’t you?”
Larry’s answer was written directly beneath it.
“Because then I would have had to listen while you decided whether loneliness was a good enough reason.”
Suddenly, two years of mornings with Larry looked different.
The next line read:
“I made it easier for you by
