All the Missing Girls

by Megan Miranda

Some order to the chaos, some meaning. That we collide with the people we need, that we meet the ones who will love us, that there’s some underlying reason to everything.

There were tiny moments, like this, when the grief came on strong out of nowhere. It was sneaky, and tricky, and you couldn’t see it coming until it was already there.

It is quite true what philosophy says; that life must be understood backwards. But then one forgets the other principle: that it must be lived forwards.