He never asked for credit.
He just kept a quiet promise to the friend he loved.
“You don’t have to keep doing all this,” I said, feeling guilty. “I can change a lightbulb, you know.”
“I know,” he replied, still working. “But Pete would’ve done it for me.”
That was the end of the discussion. No drama. Just a simple truth.
When Friendship Slowly Turned Into Something Else
The feelings didn’t arrive like a lightning strike. They slipped in quietly, so gently I didn’t recognize them at first.
Three years passed.
The kids were healing in their own ways. I was learning to be more than “Peter’s widow” and rediscovering who I was when I wasn’t taking care of everyone else.
Dan started coming around less often, giving me space I hadn’t realized I needed.
Then, one night around 11 p.m., my kitchen sink started leaking. I could have shut off the water and waited until morning to call a plumber.
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