Dear Elena,
I lied that night on the train
When you let to of my hand
And got off three stops before me.
I told you that I didn't hear what you said
Over the crowd of people
But I did.
I heard it loud and clear and I have never stopped hearing it.
I lied because I was afraid.
Because everything happens for a reason.
Because I didn't want to answer you.
I should have ran after you
Grabbed your hand
And kissed you
But I sat still and watched as your shoes
Hit the ground so far away from me.
The answer is yes.
It has always been
Yes.
Love, Ida
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Ida
Short StoryIda Whitney- A twenty four year old 911 operator in Eugene by day, and a crumbling lie by night.
