what of the future?
Everything we do, everything, catches up to us. Who and what we are is determined by how we face it. Funny how we can dispense advice and not listen to our own words. I said those words to her. Practically yelled them. She kept pushing me away. Maybe fate was trying to tell me something. Maybe I was subconsciously scolding myself. Maybe part of me was saying it’s time to stop running.