A Couple Who Miscommunicates
I buy her the prettiest things he congratulates himself.
Why does she never wear any of them?
He tries so hard, she thinks. But I hate grays and tans.
Why does he never buy himself anything with color?
Why does he never wear the clothes I pick out? She wonders.
Where is that red shirt with the flamingos and macaws?
They keep these disappointed thoughts to themselves.
Neither one wanting to hurt the other one’s feelings.
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