Do you remember making pinky-promises as a child? You would swear up and down on this single gesture. Back then, breaking it was akin to committing the deadliest sin.
Then we grew up.
Even deadlier sins creeped up on us. There were more things (and people) to break. Tears shed on the playground over a scrape evolved into tears shed on a sidewalk over a broken heart. Insults hurled were no longer limited to childish vocabulary. Instead, the insults became deafeningly silent. Like a pregnant pause after uttering the words, “I like you, but…”
And you knew what followed. The pause was enough. The pause said it all.