awkward

He had an uncanny knack for making an already awkward situation even more awkward. They used to take walks together, but he never felt the urge to just run through the dew soaked fields. This made her feel, at 21, that time was running out. He was always responsible, always made the right decisions, he was always safe. “Versatile” it said on his resume. Welcome to a world where versatile means mediocre. But she stayed with him, because it was easier to be with a safe man who loved her, than an adventurer who would always make her question.
At his family reunion she was asked how they got to know each other. She gave the stock answer and it was sweet and it was expected. But all she could think was, We never talked about him. We never talked about me. We never talked about us either. Oh, we talked, sure. But, for the life of me, I can't think of what.