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I clicked on it and a survey popped up titled “Your Date With Justin.” I had to cover my smile with a hand. Congratulations on your upcoming date with Justin! Your preferences are important, so he’d like to know what you think. Please complete this questionnaire by 9:00 tonight. “Oh my God,” I breathed. “He didn’t.” It was multiple choice.
The moment Emma came into view, my entire world slipped into slow motion. My brain took a screenshot. I felt the moment freeze and save. She was beautiful. I’d seen pictures, we’d video called, but it didn’t even begin to make me ready for this.
“Why not forgive? In a world where you can choose anger or empathy, always choose empathy, Justin.
Sometimes the best way to show love or be kind to someone is to meet them where they are.”
It’s funny how when you find someone you like as much as I liked her, the destination is suddenly wherever they are. Even if there’s someplace better, you wouldn’t go if they couldn’t come.
“I like clear expectations,” I said, distractedly, also liking the view. “Are mine clear?” he asked. “That I want you to come over?” I laughed. “Yes, you’ve been very clear about that.” “Good.” He paused. “You are the only thing in my life making me happy right now. And I’m not the least bit afraid to tell you that.”
Not everything that comes out of crisis is bad. Sometimes your traumas are the reason you know how to help.
“What are you thinking?” I asked. He didn’t answer for a long moment. When he did, he did it with his eyes closed. “All I ever think about is you.”
“Sometimes I feel like the seasons could come and go and come and go, a hundred years could pass, a thousand, the ground could collapse under us, this house could crumble and go back to the earth, and we would still be standing here frozen in time, because every second I’m with you is eternal. I’ve never felt anything like it.”
“You’re not asking too much,” he said. “You were just asking the wrong person. Ask me instead.”
And there wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t feel her absence like a void in my soul. I missed her like I missed the sun in the winter.
