I told myself, When you really want something, you’re willing to wait for it. Be patient. What I didn’t know then was that every time you defer your dream, it grows a bit weaker, a little less urgent, until one day you’ve all but forgotten it’s there. Really, if Belle hadn’t died, I wonder if anything about my life would’ve changed. I didn’t have what I really desired. But things were easy, and you can almost mistake that for happiness.
