Tom, I appreciate your candor. I commented as we drank coffee that it must have been hard to tell me.
He nodded. It was, Emily. It felt wrong to hide it from you. All deserve the truth.”
I understood how much my identity depended on Jake as we talked. As I sat across from Tom, I felt free and possible. This person prioritized honesty over convenience. It was refreshing and oddly hopeful.
We laughed as we went from serious to fun themes. I wasn’t expecting this lightness after such a hard blow. It reminded me that occasionally the debris can lead to something better.
Sitting with Tom, laughing, I felt lighter. It felt like fresh air after being indoors for too long.
I quipped, “I never thought a pizza delivery could change my life,” looking at Tom. His smile indicated comprehension.
Life is odd, Emily. He smiled, saying help might come from unexpected places.
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