I hated this. I hated knowing what I wanted and knowing what was right and knowing they weren't the same thing.

If that moment had been a real thing, it would've been a butterfly, flapping and fluttering toward the sun.

Silence was never a wrong answer.

If the waitress comes, order me a coffee and something that involves bacon.

Good morning. You have a moment?" It's clever the way she says it, not as a question. I would have to contradict her in order to have my moment back. I make a note to use the method in the future.

It was exactly what I wanted-beautiful distraction.

It was a life I didn’t want to leave behind.It was a life I didn’t want to forget.