Thoughts Left Unsaid

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  Yeah, I remembered how it had started with Cheryl; I’m sure I would never forget. But I didn’t think Phil needed to know the details.

  “I don’t know what to say,” Phil said, appearing uncomfortable. “Was it…serious?”

  I shot him a quizzical look.

  “I mean, of course it’s serious,” he said. “But was it, were you, serious about her, I guess is what I mean.”

  I paused and took a deep breath, recollecting the time we’d spent together.