“The love,” she’d say, beaming. “How it just keeps multiplying.”
She looked exhausted all the time…
but she glowed in a way that felt real.
I believed I knew her.
Twenty years of friendship will do that to you.
Now I look back and wonder how many times she almost told me the truth…
and decided I couldn’t handle it.
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