Every Last Word

by Tamara Ireland Stone

“The trick is to recognize your mistakes, take what you need from them, and move on.” “I can’t move on.”

“Then this particular mistake has done its job. Forgive yourself and move on,

It takes effort, but I sit up straight and look right at her. “Every last word.”

I like to know where I stand with people, and I figure I owe them the same courtesy.

“Well, if she looked like a mime, it makes perfect sense that she’s not speaking to you,”

didn’t go there looking for you. I went looking for me.” My voice is soft, low, and shaky. “But now, here you are, and somehow, in finding you, I think I’ve found myself.”

“Really. We’re just…different, Sam. In every way that matters.”

“Everyone’s got something. Some people are just better actors than others.”

Feeling all the pain of letting them go. And knowing I did the right thing.