She liked me. More than liked me, at the time. And I hadn’t given us a chance to see what that could become. It would’ve been something, of that I’d always been sure. Because I liked her too. But sitting in the hospital waiting room, with that inkling of an idea tugging at the back of my mind, I started realizing the enormity of what that something could have become. Back then, there was no way for me to see it. But I did now. It would have been the start of a life. One step forward with her, all those years ago, and it would have snapped something foundational into place.
