Beep
Tara called him after the breakup. Two years had passed since their separation,two long years of silence, growth, pain, and unanswered questions. When the call connected, there was a pause. Not because they had nothing to say, but because there was too much. They spoke about their current lives. Work. Dreams. Struggles. Small victories. They shared everything, like they once used to,carefully, softly, as if afraid the past might break again. Then Tara asked, quietly but firmly, “Why did you choose me… when you knew it would be so hard to make it work?” He giggled at first, trying to dodge the weight of the question. “You already know,” he said. She insisted. And this time, he didn’t run. “You know how tough my childhood was,” he began. “You know how broken my financial condition was. I was trying so hard to be someone I wasn’t,trying to look cool, pretending I had it all together,while inside I was burning, broke, and scared.” He paused. “You were the first person who saw through that ...