"Choosing to be with you, isn't a difficult decision, Jacqueline"... "It's easy. Incredibly easy."

I don't know why it's so hard for me to say those three words. Most guys throw it around like breath, like bait.

I’ve been thinking about that proof I spoke of last time – that you’re where you’re supposed to be. And it occurred to me, can you prove you’d be better off somewhere else? If you’d have left the state, your relationship would have ended still. Maybe you’d have even blamed yourself, not knowing that it was doomed because of him, either way. Instead, you’re here. You got dumped, skipped class, and met the best econ tutor at the university! Who knows, maybe I’ll make you fall in love with economics.

Time would not change what I was feeling--or not feeling. I'd had time, and though the ache from his desertion hadn't disappeared, it was decreasing. My future was blurry, yes, but I was beginning to imagine a future when I would no longer miss him at all.

When you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop digging.

Oh No! My wings are effed up!

Good God, what did he not remember?