When I was 16 I sat in a red convertible on Valentine’s Day with my friend. We were waiting for our boyfriends to come to the parking lot and meet us where we would then drive to a nice Italian restaurant for dinner.
I think about this moment in time regularly. If the boys had come down just minutes earlier maybe I could have missed her secret altogether. We all would have been better off I think.
Instead, I was alone with her. The moment was very real – and scary. She told me she had slept with my other friend’s long-time boyfriend and loved him. Once she was done with her confession, which she seemed oddly quite proud of, she looked at me with such intensity that the rest of the world was blocked out for a moment. She told me to take her secret to the grave and never tell […]