My forever is the handful of seconds right now: the glare of the lights on his visor, the set of his jaw, the certainty in his eyes. I’ve tried to find the variable to rewrite our ending, but what if there isn’t one? What if loving him more fiercely, playing harder, being braver— What if none of it matters? If none of it matters, then everything matters, not for what I do, but why I do it. Every second, every breath, every choice, everything— For him.
