I leaned to kiss her, turning her head pretending to cough she looked at the uneaten food on her plate chatting about how she loved this restaurant hopping we would return soon.
I lovingly gazed at her while on some sizzlingly painful emotional plane rejection roared into me like a tornado splitting a cheap trailer apart. Briefly I fell into a dark chasm of despair then my balance returned.
A circular stream of denial engulfed us both while we continued eating and chatting. It was over, the only question remaining was how many years would it take to admit it.
