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Because one of life’s frustrations is that sometimes, it’s best to say nothing.
But maybe that was just it: I hadn’t known him. There are times when that can be the strongest draw of all.
Someday I’d like to be given credit for all the times I have not said something that I could have said.
That’s something you forget when you’ve been on your own awhile: those married-couple conversations that continue intermittently for weeks, sometimes, branching out and doubling back and looping into earlier strands like a piece of crochet work.
Why had I registered Max’s awe as he cupped my face, his look of utter adoration, but given not one passing thought to whether I had adored him?
