After All, How Often Do We Get

They Were Like Two Magnets Who Couldn't Decide Whether To Attract Or Repel.

It's Hard To Be Disappointed When What You Expected Turns Out To Be True.

Josh Turns To Me. “i Can’t Believe She’s Writing These Things.” “not She,” I Say. “me.” “why Would Anyone Say This Stuff About Themselves On The Internet? It’s Crazy!” “exactly,” I Say. “i’m Going To Be Mentally Ill In Fifteen Years, And That’s Why My Husband Doesn’t Want To Be Around Me.

I Could Picture Life—school And Everything Else—continuing On Without Me. But I Could Not Picture My Funeral. Not At All. Mostly Because I Couldn’t Imagine Who Would Attend Or What They Would Say.

When The Right Moment Appears, The Key Is To Not Let It Pass.