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I didn’t speak right away. I turned and poured tea into two cups. The air was quiet except for the sound of spoons against porcelain.
Finally, I said softly, “I’m not angry, Marco. But I’ll stay here for now.”
“Because I’m just learning how to love myself,” I replied. “And I want to keep learning.”
We sat together in silence — not the cold silence of hurt, but the kind that comes when two hearts start to understand one another again.
