"I'm a romantic, you know," she said, "I want there to be real romance. I want to be adored."
I looked at her. We were old friends, we were catching up.
"It's awful," she continued, "I have boxes I need to tick. I know it's wrong... but is it so wrong?"
I took another mouthful of my starter.
She shook her head. "I know I can't have it all, I know I need to compromise. And he does make me happy. He does..."
I wanted to say something important, to give some opinion or some insight or just say that it would work out. I wanted to impart some of the knowledge and experience that I have gained about romance over my adult years.
"How are the fish cakes?" I asked.
Very funny.
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In this case, the sounds of silence are not helping. Let the tiger out of its cage.
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