Her life was perfect. But as was often the case, the rest of us were still adjusting.

If nothing else, now we knew where to find each other, even if only time would tell if either of us would ever come looking.

This felt right. Not just leaving, but how I was doing it. Without regret, without second guessing. And with Wes right there, holding the door open for me as I walked out into the light.

With love like that, you can't get pick about how it finds you or the details. All that matters is that it's there. Better late than never.

Harder to get in than out, like so little else.

What you need, what you deserve, is a guy who adores you for what you are. Who doesn't see you as a project, but a prize. you know?

She bought seeds and raided nurseries and mulched and composted and spent full days with her hands full of earth, coaxing life our of the dry, dull grass my father had spent years pushing a mower over.