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We’re not done, Nance. We’ve got a good twenty years in front of us if we’re lucky, so what are we supposed to do with that? Just give up? Sit at home and wait to die. No thanks, love. We deal with the hard stuff that’s in front of us, but we need to make the best of it. And if that means doing something wild and sheer bloody crazy sometimes, then good for us.’
That was life, wasn’t it? You didn’t always get what you asked for. Nancy had decided she could either be bitter or get on with making the most of things, and when it came down to it, that wasn’t really a choice, was it?
A memory flickered like a dandelion spur in the breeze that he just couldn’t catch, but he saw it for the briefest moment.
It’s good to say things out loud sometimes. Makes them more real.
Thing is, I didn’t love Don because we were married. Or because we had a family. Or even because I was scared of being alone or missing the boat. I loved him, and still love him now, because he’s my person. And if I lost him tomorrow, I’d be heartbroken, but every day I’d know that I’ve had that love in my life, and I’d be grateful for it, whether it lasted for a year, or ten, or fifty.’
