Where We Belong

by Emily Giffin

she has a composed air, something telling me that she is not a follower.

I stare at her. I’ve always known that it’s impossible to argue with Belinda, not because she’s particularly good at it, but because she’s so bad at it—that there is no common ground to work from. She simply sees the world the way she wants to see it and no amount of logic can change her mind.

“And the catch of your life is not the same thing as the love of your life. Be careful of that subtle but rather crucial distinction.”

For years, I regretted it. Regretted him. Even regretted her. But now I can see that there is redemption and beauty in an accident emanating from love. Now I can see that she is the best thing I ever did.