I didn’t know whether to cry or hug him, so I did both. That night, we sat together for hours, talking honestly for the first time in months. The truth wasn’t easy to hear, but it brought a tenderness between us that we hadn’t felt in a long time.
In the end, I realized how quickly we assume the worst when we’re scared. Secrets — even innocent ones — become burdens when carried alone. But love grows deeper when we choose compassion over suspicion, and understanding over fear.
