Because I don't have everything I want. Not even close.

Gone surfing. Be back soon. -D

Remember when you picked me up like a frisbee and tossed me across you yard?

I love you," I whisper. "And I love you." He smiles, his lips seeking mine. "Always have. Always will.

The two of us warmed by a bold beam of light that wicks the moisture from my dress, my hair, and my skin—returning it to the sky where it promises to find me again in the form of dew, snow, or rain.

And while I'm sure you feel that your particular mistake is extraordinarily big, insurmountable even, contrary to what you might think, these types of things can always be undone, and oftentimes aren't nearily as lethal as we think—or, should I say, as we allow them to be.

Sometimes destiny lies just outside of our reach.