“Because trust me, Peaches, if we had it my way, this would have been how we spent most of our time in college too.” But then I wouldn’t have Paris or Maria. The what-ifs and could-have-beens slice through, but I don’t want any of them, as lovely as they sound on the surface. I wouldn’t trade a single one for Maria. Huh. It’s entirely possible that the worst night of my life also gave me some of the best parts of my reality.
