“And when the composer decides it’s time for a new note?” I whisper. “Then, I think that’s worth celebrating, too. But the cool thing is, you’re the composer for this song, Tate. You and only you. You get to decide when you’re ready to move on, to let go, to choose when a new chord is played and what that chord is. Your sister, and her fiance, and Rory? They’re composing their own songs, but even if they’re at a different pace or in different keys, it doesn’t take away from yours.”
