Instead, we just sat there, together but really apart, watching a show about a stranger and all her secrets, while keeping our own to ourselves, as always.

How weird that must be, to stay the same as everyone else changes.

For two hours I'd felt myself stretching tighter and tighter, like a rubber band pulled to the point of snapping. And now, I could feel the smaller, weaker part of myself beginning to fray, tiny bits giving way before the big break.

Something had changed in me, even if I didn't know what it was just yet. All I could think was that I felt alive for the first time.

There were endless ways to spend your days, I knew that, none of them right or wrong. But given the chance for a real do-over, another way around, who would say no?

I think whenever a writer is really enjoying themselves and liking what they are doing, that shows on the page.

Who knew three dots could make such a difference? Like everything else, a love or a wish or whatever, it was all in the way you read it.