We stayed in that kitchen until the coffee went cold. Outside, the snow kept falling. And for the first time, the silence didn't feel like an ending.
I put down the dish towel. I crossed the linoleum floor. I did not kiss her. I did not promise the moon. We stayed in that kitchen until the coffee went cold
I took the mug out of her hands, set it on the counter, and said, "I’m sorry I make you feel alone when I’m standing right here." set it on the counter
Instead, I said nothing.