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I was in a state of relaxation.

After another busy workday, I had finally been able to fall into a light slumber. I was still technically awake, but as far as I was concerned I was out like a light. Jazz music played from the car speakers, as I felt my hand fall from the armrest back into the passenger seat with me. The vibration of the movement of the car soothed my body. I was at peace.

Much to my disappointment, I felt the car slow down and shake as it pulled up the driveway. My eyes closed in rebellion as the garage light shone on them through the window. I blinked a few times in an attempt to wake myself up from my near-slumber. I heard from the driver's seat "We're here Lisa."

I smiled and turned my head toward Glen, my eyes barley open. He gently touched my hand before removing my seatbelt buckle. I yawned and stretched, closing my eyes as I did. When I opened my eyes again, the passenger door was open and Glen was waiting outside.

I struggled to sit up and leave the soft passenger seat. As I left the car, probably due to my fatigue, I tripped. Luckily I found myself caught in Glen's arms. I blushed as I turned to face him before he placed my feet back onto the ground. I did a mental swoon, remembering how we began dating.

At my job, I change personalities completely. I have always been a workaholic, and the moment I enter the workplace, I turn into a strict, by-the-rules, worker bee. I put a fake smile on my face and keep it there until I arrive home. This behavior has caused my coworkers to dub me "The Robot". But somehow, Glen was able to see me. He was able to see who I really way beneath all the rules and formalities that I spat out daily.

It started with a daily conversation that we had on the way to our cars at the end of the workday. Then he asked me out and I accepted. He turned out to be one of the most chivalrous people I have ever met. He is truly worthy of the term "gentleman". We have been going out for six months.

I snap out of my flashback, as I enter his home. I say to him, "I had a wonderful time tonight." to which he replies "Thank you, so did I."

He hangs his coat on a rack as he walks into the kitchen to fetch some wine. My smile fades away as I look at his coat, or to be more specifically, his coat pocket. Sprouting out of the pocket was his one weakness, a lottery ticket.

Glen was brilliant, kind, respectable, and charming. But he had a gambling problem. It was his Achilles Heel as one might say. He would take his huge paycheck, and gamble most of it away. I held the burden of being the only one who knew of this. It shamed him, and he hated to speak of it.

But what could I do? He was so afraid of this sin, but it consumed him so much. I dare not speak of it, lest I lose him in the process. I didn't want that at all. As much as I loved him, and as much as it killed me to see him rake in so much debt, the thought of losing him petrified me. This was my shame. My cowardice kept me from saving him.

So I turned away from the coat, and walked into the kitchen with him. Sitting on the table were two wine glasses and lit candles. I put my worry in the back of my mind, and sat down with Glen.

I told him "I love you."

And he replied "I love you too."