Kirsten’s voice came through the phone. “So? Are you going to come down and talk to him? He’s been standing there for ages.”
Danielle took a deep breath and let the curtain fall back into place. “If he just wants to stand there and watch without trying to talk to me, then I’m not going down.” He had his own pace, his own reasons. Maybe it was guilt, maybe it was apprehension. She didn’t want to expose him or force his hand. Some things, he had to figure out on his own.
Kirsten sighed as she walked into her apartment building. “You two are something else. You’re both clearly in love with each other, but you insist on this long-distance suffering. What’s the point?”
“It’s not me who wants to keep this distance,” Danielle said quietly, her gaze lowering. She saw the situation all too clearly. “He’s the one who can’t get past his own guilt. He feels he wronged me, and honestly, he did. From the moment we first talked openly, he realized what he’d done wrong, and he knows those mistakes can’t be undone. He doesn’t believe he deserves my forgiveness. So no matter how much I try to close the gap, if he’s not ready, he’s not ready. He has to be the one to take that step. No one can help him with it.”
Kirsten pushed open her apartment door and scoffed. “If you see it so clearly, why don’t you help him take that step? A single word from you could probably make all his reservations disappear.”
Danielle drew a sharp breath. “Kirsten, life isn’t just about love. Our marriage… maybe it was a mistake from the very beginning. The timing was all wrong. It’s like fate enjoys playing tricks on us, making us miss each other until we’ve worn each other down to this.”
“Sometimes,” she added softly, “when you grind a relationship down, all that’s left is a partnership.”

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