Algo poquito viejo...

...pero en dias como estos, muy presente:

"Tell me", she asked...

But she didn't really want to know.

"I think I might be ready to get married", he said.

He didn't hear her heart break on the other side of the telephone line.

He didn't know.

She waited all this time to tell him. And now she would never.

Now he would marry someone else.

Not her.

She promised a long time ago that she would not cry for a man again. But today, she thought, "Maybe I've earned it", but she would wait, first of all, for him to discuss the details about this person, the "not her", his blushing bride-to-be.

Her parents, in her upbringing, had taught her not to interrupt.