It's okay to be sad. Everyone gets sad now and then. Even me.

Regrets about the journey, maybe, but not the destination.

If hers are the stars in the nighttime sky, mine are the haunted empty spaces in between.

The scariest thing about distance is that you don’t know whether they’ll miss you or forget you.

I breathe deeply, taking in the fresh spring air. Though Beaufort has changed and I have changed, the air itself has not. It’s still the air of my childhood, the air of my seventeenth year, and when I finally exhale, I’m fifty-seven once more. But this is okay. I smile slightly, looking towards the sky, knowing there’s one thing I haven’t told you: I now believe, by the way, that miracles can happen.

I wanted more of her, & no matter what happened between us, I already knew I’d never forget anything about her. As crazy as it sounded, she was becoming part of me, & I was already dreading the fact that we wouldn’t be able to spend the day together tomorrow. Or the day after, or the day after that. Maybe, I told myself, we could beat the odds

And for the briefest instant, it almost feels like we're together again.