No More Questions

“Are you afraid of losing me?” I began to ask.

“All the time,” he answered, “every single day.”

His eyes looked down, as if embarrassed at his blatant outburst of honesty.

“How come?” I asked again, a little impatient this time.

He sighed.

“Because,” he paused, his eyes searching for mine, “that’s just the way it is.”

Oh.

No more questions.

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