He was the last to know. “No calls, no texts. How come I never got anything from you?” he said in lieu of welcome back.
It was a simple question and she could’ve given a simple answer. She could have. But she did not. “I gave you my heart,” she said, almost nonchalantly, and with just a hint of a smile. “But you didn’t even notice it.”
She smiled, more to herself now. “Now I finally got it back and you still never knew you once had it.”
He was waiting for the punchline, or a hint other than her knowing smile. He looked down. She patted his back and, with that tiny slap, conveyed her understanding, forgiveness, and perhaps even a farewell warning.
“Don’t say I never gave you anything.”