| "Let's go back," he said. And I thought about it for
awhile, tempted to go back to where we were happy. To forget about all
this stuff and everything that had happened and just let time stop somewhere
far, far away. "Yeah, we'll go back sometime," I said, lying.
For how could I tell him that we could never go back. That it wasn't there
anymore. Both ways end in lies. You get to pick whichever lie you want
to believe. Either we can go back and pretend it's the same; or we never
go back and, by wanting to go back, pretend that we never left.
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