I thought of all the times we'd been together, how I kept coming closer, then retreating, while he stayed right where he was. A constant in a world where few, if any, really existed.

How it felt to have the world moving beneath me, a hand gripping mine, knowing if I fell, at least I wouldn't do it alone.

Sometimes a question can hurt more than an answer.

Everything, in the end, comes down to timing. One second, one minute, one hour, could make all the difference. So much hanging on just these things, tiny increments that together build a life. Like words build a story, and what had Ted said? One word can change the entire world.

We can't expect everybody to be there for us, all at once. So it's a lucky thing that really, all you need is someone.

Just me and the future, finally together. Now there was a happy ending I could believe in.

I took his wildness from him and tried to fold it into myself, filling up the empty spaces all those second place finishes left behind.