But she just looked away, a coy smile on her lips. “I had my reasons.” Or secrets? Whatever. None of my business. “The confessional,” I mused. “That was the first time I talked to her, too. That day changed my life.” “Mine, too.” “If only I’d fought more for what I wanted.” That day ended far worse than it had begun. “We wouldn’t have missed out on years of being together.” “Me too,” she added in a whisper.
