Unspoken Truth

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‘There’s something I need to tell you.’  I’d been practising that line.  The rest, not so much.

He was seated directly across from me.  A classic ‘light spring’, with his light-brown hair and blue eyes; he would look so good, if I could only get him out of that hideous beige t-shirt.  But I hadn’t asked him here to do his colours.

‘You know when you came for lunch the other day…’  When it was just the two of us, and I cooked, and we chatted and laughed for hours despite having seen each other just a couple of days before…  ‘…and you said you thought you recognised yourself in some of the blog posts? Well, did you never wonder why I might have written about you?!’

‘Errr…

At this point my imagination fails me.  But I’m sure of one thing; this conversation will never take place.


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