It’s because you let it happen. You got tired of standing still, of living in the past with all your guilt and anger, and you decided to start moving. You did that. I was just there, hoping to come along for the ride.” “Well, it was a bumpy road,” I laughed bitterly. While clutching the book in her hands, she leaned in, kissed my lips, and whispered, “The ones worth taking usually are.”
