It's only advice. Ignore it if you want.

Then I'd crawl back into bed, smelling her all around me, and tell myself that next time, I would lock that window. But I never did.

I understood now. This voice, the one that had been trying to get my attention all this time, calling out to me, begging me to hear it - it wasn't Will's. It was mine.

Pieces and parts were always easier to process. The full picture, the entire story, was another thing entirely. But you just never knew. Sometimes, people could surprise you.

I didnt pay atteniton to times or distance, instead focusing on how it felt just to be in motion, knowing it wasn't about the finish line but how I got there that mattered.

It's always very pure, that last moment before an ugly, unsettling truth hits someone. The most stark of before-and-afters.

It was like that part of my life, was just gone. It was almost too easy, for something I once thought had meant everything.