Happy After All

by Maisey Yates

“I did love him. But that isn’t why. We married so young, we were flexible. Like saplings. Two young trees who bent around each other as they grew. Well, I’m a mighty oak now, Amelia. And I can’t bend. Not again. Not for anyone else.”

“I think it’s a thing that takes time, gray hair, wrinkles, heartbreaks, and all kinds of moments when you cared too much. Then one day you realize . . . it never got you anywhere you wanted to go. The people who only want you when you bend and twist to suit them don’t stay anyway, and the ones who want you as you are settle in, and so do you.”

I’m trying to stick to the PEMDAS of emotions. Order of operations has to be observed.

We choose joy. We choose each other. We choose to live. That’s what a happy ending is.