Our Infinite Fates

by Laura Steven

And so, in the absence of any abiding religious convictions, this was the one blind faith I had: that love was a physical force, and it was never wasted. Once it was called out into the universe, it would echo back to us forever.

The thought was rich with promise. Littered all over the world—scattered through history like confetti—were notebooks full of Arden’s love for me.

Humanity was full of goodness, as long as you wanted to see it.