Why don't you ever wait a second and see what I'm planning, or thinking, before you burst in with your opinions and ideas? You never even give me a chance.

Are those the only options? Nothing or forever?

I had to wonder whether it was possible that this wasn’t already decided for me, and if maybe, just maybe, this was my one last chance to try and prove it. There was no way to know. There never is. But I reached out and took it anyway.

Say what you will, but you’re never prepared for the surprise attack.

I'd chosen instead to just change my route, go miles out of the way, as if avoiding it would make it go away once and for all.

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

You could just tell when a person belonged somewhere. That is something you can't fake, no matter how hard you try