My Wants Are Simple: A Job That

There Are Two Kinds Of Sorry. There Is The Sorry Imbued With Regret. And A Pure Sorry. The Kind That Is Merely Asking For Forgiveness, Nothing More.

I Think Of How Life Takes Unexpected Twists And Turns, Sometimes Through Sheer Happenstance, Sometimes Through Calculated Decisions. In The End, It Can All Be Called Fate, But To Me, It Is More A Matter Of Faith.

When You Are In A Relationship, You Are Aware That It Might End. You Might Grow Apart, Find Someone Else, Simply Fall Out Of Love. But A Friendship Isn't A Zero-sum Game, And As Such, You Assume That It Will Last Forever, Especially An Old Friendship. You Take Its Permanence For Grandted, Whuch Might Be The Very Thing So Dear About It.

...love Is The Sum Of Our Choices, The Strength Of Our Commitments, The Ties That Bind Us Together.

I Find My Voice And Manage To Say Those Three One-syllable Words Back To Him. Words I Haven't Uttered In A Very, Very Long Time. Words That Meant Nothing Before Now.