Except as I get into bed, my mind replays the conversations of the week and what I could have done differently. Taylor thoroughly dressing me down in the cafeteria. Her flippant comment that she doesn’t believe in love. And then Sally telling the group that she said she doesn’t date. I should put it out of my mind. I shouldn’t care or have the audacity to wonder about Taylor anymore. I lost that right when I walked out on her. Except … I haven’t spent a day of the last two decades not thinking about Taylor in some sense. Now she’s right here, as if fate put her in front of me. Is it a
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