It was the tale of two people. So obviously there were two stories. Two very different ones. One filled with whispers and secrets. The other of pride and anger. Because of the whispers and secrets, an outsider had to presume. But rumour has it, it was because there was no trust.
Don’t believe everything you hear.
We tussled every morning. She leaned back and I waited; just like we had been told. But she never let go and fell.
‘I will catch you,’ I promised.
‘It isn’t about you,’ she replied walking away.
‘This isn’t some miracle I am demanding,’ I yelled, ‘Just let go.’
She wouldn’t listen.
You can never believe everything you are told.
But the story was actually simple. One had faith and wished for no secrets. The other didn’t. Everything else seemed immaterial.