A Little Lie

I lied about my age on our anniversary last week. My partner had surprised me with a special dinner, complete with candles and flowers. We were cuddled up talking about the future when I said, 'You know, I'm still 32, just like I was at my last birthday...' But that's not true, of course...I turned 33 in March... It felt so small to say but now it sits with me, this tiny deception gnawing away. Maybe I’m scared we’re already getting closer to those next big life stages? Or maybe it was just an offhand vanity thing... But now here it is eating at my stomach. Ellipses are a terrible way of hiding truth...