She asked me a simple sounding question.
But how to answer it without a long, complicated answer? How could I possibly tell the truth without explaining about all that came before her, all the pain and the mental scars that had developed because of it. How could I answer what she thought was a simple question honestly without baring everything that I was?
It wasn't possible. So I told her a simple sounding lie.
I sometimes think about where she might be now. I hope she's happy, truly. I'm not, obviously, but I wasn't before, so I'm used to it.
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