Questions in the Dark

He asked me what I was thinking - in a way that sounded like he actually cared.

I lied. I said I was thinking about the ceiling fan I had painted.

I should have told him the truth. That I don't tell people what I am thinking anymore.

I could tell he was thinking himself.

I told him I didn't want to know what he was thinking.

It was the most honest thing I could have said.