So I left him there alone to watch history repeat the same events retold again and again on his own.

I'd been through so much, falling short again and again, and only recently had found a place where who I was, right now, was enough.

Even if you couldn't see it beneath the surface, molecules were bonding, energy pushing up slowly, as something worked do hare, all alone to grow.

Nothing like being scolded by a hippie.

But the bottom line is that, as humans, we are by nature selfish creatures. The only way we care about anything, really, is by making it about us.

Looking back, it seemed like it should have been harder to lose someone, or have them lose you, especially when they were in the same state, only a few towns over.

Events conspired to bring you back to where you'd been. It was what you did then that made all the difference: it was all about potential.