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.

And so, while the rest of the world went on unaware, drinking their coffee, reading the sports page, and picking up their dry cleaning, I leaned forward and kissed Dexter, making a choice that would change everything. Maybe somewhere there was a ripple, a bit of jump, some small shift in the universe, barely noticeable. I didn’t feel it then. I felt only him kissing me back, easing me into the sunlight as I lost myself in the taste of him and felt the world go on, just as it always had, all around us.

There was nothing, nothing to depend on. And why was I surprised?

Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend.

Who says there has to be a point?" He asked. "Or a reason. Maybe it's just something you have to do.

That was the thing about being on the inside: the world was just going on, even when it seemed like time for you had stopped for good.

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