Selective Amnesia

KwicTailes^TM - #4

When it began, it was just an innocent fling. She liked him. He was happy somebody noticed him. They chatted often, and late into the night. Time, and timezones not withstanding. They had secrets. He knew about her very close friend. She thought she knew all about him. Somewhere, things changed. Perhaps it was the photo of her he saw. Or the google search she found of him. They knew what they couldn’t say. But it was no more innocent. Or perhaps, they knew all along it was never innocent.