I don’t want to say those disagreements don’t matter. It’s just that they feel a lot less important when you’re faced with the possibility of dying and leaving the man you love behind. I don’t take back what I told him, but I spent many hours wishing that I hadn’t walked out. That I’d pulled up a stool and waited him out. That I’d been brave enough to stay, that I hadn’t given in to my instinct to run.
