I understood now. This voice, the one that had been trying to get my attention all this time, calling out to me, begging me to hear it - it wasn't Will's. It was mine.
You get what you give, but also what you're willing to take.
Some things don't last forever, but some things do.
It's never long distance between friends.
So maybe it wasn't the fairy tale. But those stories weren't real anyway. Mine were.
Yeah. I mean, acknowledging is easy. Something happened or it didn't. But understanding... that's where things get sticky.