C118 One hundred and eighteen

It is hard.

Really hard.

We are tiptoeing around the issue, mostly me. I think we both know my decision, share my reluctance to voice it out because when I do, it becomes more real. So we are holding on to this blissful ignorance for as long as we can. Maybe I am holding on to it more.

But it’s unavoidable. And it is threatening to suffocate us. The awkwardness has seeped into our routines