And it’s just for a second, but we can pretend that nothing happened. I didn’t hurt her, she didn’t fuck me up. We didn’t lose a baby. She didn’t run away. We’re together. It’s Christmas. The years spin around us like a hand on a clock. I could drown in the what ifs if I let myself — might as well. I’ll be drowning in her anyway for the rest of my life. Happily, too. What a way to go. What a life.
