I've been in New York for two months now.
The apartment is starting to feel like home. I'm settling into a routine. Work has come through—my ex's firm is offering me a consulting position starting in November.
Everything is falling into place. Except the most important thing.
I still haven't told Mario the truth. I'm still pretending Bonnie exists.
When will I actually be brave enough to stop lying?
Probably never.
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Courage isn't the absence of fear. It's acting in spite of fear. You're choosing comfort over honesty.
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