ONE MORE CHNCE. Words that my mother heard, more than once. Words that women debate. Whether you CAN forgive and whether you SHOULD trust. I think of all the judgment from society, friends, and family, the overwhelming consensus seeming to be that you should not grant someone who betrayed you a second chance. That you should do everything you can to keep the knife out of your back, and to protect your heart and pride. Cowards give second chances. Fools give second chances. And I am no coward, no fool.

I have one final hope, If I get double sixes, maybe he will change his mind, come back to me. As if to cast a magic spell, I blow on the dice just as Dex did...Just as it happened with our first roll, one die lands before its mate. On a six! I hold my breath. For a brief second, I see a mess of dots, and think I have boxcars again. I kneel, staring at the second die. It is onle a five. I have rolled an eleven, It is as if someone is mocking me, saying, Close, but no dice.

In days that follow, I discover that anger is easier to handle than grief.

I try to recognize that there is no such thing as having it all - and it's impossible to be perfect. You just have to let certain things go.

you'd do anything to get a soul mate back, right?… I mean, that's the nature of soul mates.

But now we have time. Endless time stretches before us.

My relationship with my sister is so central to my life. She's my closest friend, my biggest supporter, and I know she would say the same about me.