William
I was silent for about 15 minutes of the drive. Despite myself, I was able to think about gingerly driving on the dirt road going to a lake shore. I wanted privacy with him, but both of our houses were ‘occupied’ so I just drove to any place that came to mind that could allow us a little bit of privacy. Going to a hotel with him was not an option; a dirt road with very few passing vehicles was the highest probable venue for our talk.
I wanted to say a lot of things to him, tell him that those remorse would die down eventually because we could fix ‘us’. I wanted to pour over everything I kept for two years like an erupting volcano, but I did not. If I would be very simple and would not think twice, I would just stop the car, hold him right there, in spite of him struggling or push
