“Listen. Maybe we could get together some time. Maybe next weekend? Wait, no. Wait. How about—” “No. No more waiting. I’m not a middle schooler anymore, waiting on the stoop for a car that never comes.” Shit. I said it. When you lose someone, you learn to say what needs to be said before you don’t get the chance again. SIGH-lence on his end.
I love that line, "when you lose someone, you learn to say what needs to be said before you don't get the chance again."
