“You don’t really believe that thing you said, do you?” “Which one?” “‘What is coming is better than what has gone.’” I guess I expected him to flash his dimples. Instead, he looked at me with an expression so raw that he might as well have been standing there naked. (I’m blushing as I write this. See what I mean about neural pathways? I’m not even attracted to him and yet here I am, having untoward thoughts.) “Of course I do,” he said. “Even if I’m wrong, I don’t want to go through life thinking the worst is yet to come.”
