ONE MORE QUESTION.
Before me was a plate of pasta and sauce accompanied by a set of fork and spoon which appeared really appealing, and it wouldn't have taken me anything to pick up my fork and dig into the meal because why not? I mean, just on the other side of the table was Mathew who had almost eaten half of the meal in his plate, so why couldn't I do the same. However, I just knew it was quite different for me. If anything, he wasn't the one that went through all that I did and choosing to act like nothing happened would be synonymous to deceiving myself which I didn't want to.
There was an issue to be resolved, and I didn't want to act like there wasn't. If anything, I wanted to talk about it and make sure that I was done with it, but that didn't seem to be the case. Staring at the
