This stretched out, heartbeat of a moment where I’m suddenly eleven years old again. And there’s this boy—this beautiful, raven-haired boy with eyes like a sunlit forest—staring back at me as if he’s seconds from diving into the water to reach me. As if he’s been waiting and waiting and waiting for a break in the waves. A chance. But like everything, it’s not lasting. Just a glimpse of a path not taken.
