The way you act can sometimes be totally different from the way you actually are.
This was the kind of guy who should be someone's first love. Someone who brought you flowers and refilled your water glass without your having to ask. Someone who watched you across the crowded rooms just to make sure you were okay. Someone who loved...
Something my mom likes to say when she's up on her equal-opportunity soapbox floats through my head:
And I'm not sure if it's G-d, or fate, or just air masses colliding over water, but I will say this: It feels, finally, like flying.
