We could’ve done so many things. We could’ve brought a life into this world of wonders and that life could’ve changed us both, made us better, fixed the broken clocks inside our brains that wouldn’t let us be happy when happiness was within reach. It wasn’t just a who inside her. It was a where, a place both of us could’ve finally been free of the people we never meant to become because that’s the magic trick of creating life—it takes every bad decision you ever made and makes them necessary footsteps on the treacherous path that brought you home. For just a moment I had a home. It was the
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