Ramblings of an Anonymous Coward

Told In Silence

And how many loves have perished because, from pride, or spite, or diffidence, or that unmanly shame which withholds a man from daring to betray emotion, a lover, at the critical point of the relation, has but hung his head and held his tongue? And, again, a lie may be told by a truth, or a truth conveyed through a lie. Truth to facts is not always truth to sentiment; and part of the truth, as often happens in answer to a question, may be the foulest calumny. A fact may be an exception; but the feeling is the law, and it is that which you must neither garble nor belie. -- Robert Louis Stevenson

Breaking through the silence of the night her voice rang out, "You told her you loved her didn't you?!? You did. Didn't you!?!"

"I just knew it! I knew it!", quashing his words after the first syllable, "How could you? How could you do that to me? To the children?"

"Sixteen years!", she said with anger holding back tears and stomping her foot, "She got from you what I have wanted for sixteen years. It's just not fair."

Posted by ac at October 4, 2003 12:00 AM