I looked at him.
He leaned
his head against mine.
“So that’s a no?”
For most of my life, I thought our story had ended in 1986.
It hadn’t.
We’d simply stopped writing it.
Now we call each other every morning. Peter comes by often. Anna has already started calling me Aunt Ruth, even though I told her she doesn’t have to.
I thought our story had
ended in 1986.
Jeffrey and I won’t get back the years we lost. I’ve accepted that.
But I also won’t waste the time we have by grieving for time we can’t change.
For years, I thought meeting the right person at the wrong time meant you’d lost your chance.
Now I know timing isn’t always the whole story. Sometimes life gives you another door.
You just have to stop being afraid to open it.
