this morning #1973.

this morning, because none of his friends had enough courage to speak up & tell him that he’d fallen out of favor, he was not at all expecting the sort of treatment he received when he met up with her for breakfast. it all started with the hug. limp. distant in a way that made him question how hard he was hugging her back. they sat down a table by the kitchen. for the first ten minutes, he did all the talking. at first, he thought she was just being a good listener. then it hit him. this was something much different. her enduring. not wanting to be rude but basically waiting for the meal to end. him ready to be hurt but not wanting to jump to conclusions. doing his best to keep the conversation going. saving the pain for a later time.