Monday... Counselling day.
"How've you been?"
Emotional masochist that I was, I willingly mistook Roger's professional concern for the requital of my secret feelings.
"Alright," I lied.
He looked unconvinced: a frown that somehow seemed to contain all the disappointment in the world appeared on his lovely face. I felt deeply guilty, not least because his approval meant so much to me.
"You know," he said, in a coaxing tone, "these conversations are moments when you can talk."
But I couldn't.
'This is all he'll ever see me for,' I thought, 'even with those beautiful, perspicacious brown eyes... : the problems.'