But for me? That night? Something happened. I can’t put my finger on it, and god knows I’ve spent many a late night staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out why I haven’t been able to shake his memory. Maybe it was the way he looked at me or the way he listened to me. Hell, it could have been the way we laughed together. Or maybe it was the spark I felt when his hand enveloped mine. I’ve wondered if it was one of those moments in the universe where all the stars align—where every little choice made in life led us to that airport on that exact night.
