Bruised but not wounded
"Do I really have to?" she enquired, already knowing his answer.
"Yes".
"He was really mean! He didn't have to say what he said, you know. He could have been kind."
"You wanted him to be honest, didn't you?"
"Yeah...but not that honest."
"There's no winning with you, is there. You want honesty but you can't handle the truth. If he had lied to you, would you be happier?"
She walked towards the brightly lit window unable to give an answer. A few minutes later, she turned back to face him.
"Fine. I forgive him. But he really bruised my ego."
He smiled at her. "Who's opinion matters more to you? Mine or his?"
Realisation finally hit her. It really didn't matter anymore. She neither felt anger nor hurt.
"I love you," she told him.
"I loved you first," he reminded her.
"Yes".
"He was really mean! He didn't have to say what he said, you know. He could have been kind."
"You wanted him to be honest, didn't you?"
"Yeah...but not that honest."
"There's no winning with you, is there. You want honesty but you can't handle the truth. If he had lied to you, would you be happier?"
She walked towards the brightly lit window unable to give an answer. A few minutes later, she turned back to face him.
"Fine. I forgive him. But he really bruised my ego."
He smiled at her. "Who's opinion matters more to you? Mine or his?"
Realisation finally hit her. It really didn't matter anymore. She neither felt anger nor hurt.
"I love you," she told him.
"I loved you first," he reminded her.

