Word: The L

Maybe learning was one too. Learning to stay.

She didn’t say the L word. Not that night. But for the first time, she let herself believe that maybe leaving wasn’t the only L word that mattered.

So when he looked at her across the dinner table one Tuesday—their Tuesday, pasta and red wine and the same jazz station—and said, “I think I’m falling in love with you,” she felt the stone shift.

Here’s a short piece developed from the prompt The L Word