Everything...affects everything
All you really have... is now.
I sat. And I thought. And the more I thought, connecting the events in my life, the more my heart collapsed.
We didn't get that chance because I was afraid. Afraid I had no chance with you.
Josh turns to me. “I can’t believe she’s writing these things.” “Not she,” I say. “Me.” “Why would anyone say this stuff about themselves on the Internet? It’s crazy!” “Exactly,” I say. “I’m going to be mentally ill in fifteen years, and that’s why my husband doesn’t want to be around me.
Josh will begin disappearing into a future where the only place he and I remain friends is on the Internet.