“It isn’t that I don’t love you,” Jim said. “We just need some space. I think we should meet some new people. Stay friends, for sure, but … like … not committed. Or at least not so much.”
“What does that mean, ‘not so committed,’” I asked coldly.
“I mean, just, you know … we should try some new things.”
“What new things?”
“I don’t know, different things. Why are you making this so hard?”
“Have you met someone?”
“No! No! That isn’t it at all.”
“Then what is it?”
“There isn’t any ‘it.’ I just think we should give each other room to explore.”
“You have met someone.”
“No! I haven’t!”
Jim put his hand on his heart. “I promise! On my honor! May lightning strike me dead if I’m lying.”
I heard thunder in the distance, but when I looked up, the sky was clear.
©2015 by Lori Hudson
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