Who am I? And how, I wonder, will this story end?

I've been burdened by questions I've asked myself a thousand times since the last time we were together. Why did I do it? And would I do it again? It was I, you see, who ended it.

And for just a fleeting moment, a tiny wisp of time that hung in the air like fireflies in summer skies, she wondered if she was in love with him again.

It was a life, she eventually concluded, that had been lived in the middle ground, where contentment and love were found in the smallest details of people's lives. It was a life of dignity and honor, not without sorrows yet fulfilling in a way that few experiences ever were.

Nothing that’s worthwhile is ever easy. Remember that.

I knew even then how rare that kind of love is. Only the luckiest people get to experience it at all.

It was, I remembered thinking, the most difficult walk anyone ever had to make. In every way, a walk to remember.