I thought endings for us were always just temporary spots. Because we were permanence in every way. That nothing has ever felt like seeing you get out of the elevator at that hotel, or across a crowded airport.

It’s entirely possible to care for someone, know they care for you, and be aware of the fact that you just aren’t on paths that will ever intersect long enough to be together in the long term. If one of you wants kids and the other wants to move somewhere new every six months, it’s safe to say you won’t settle down together. But that doesn’t discount what you have in the present.

I think about what would have happened if I hadn’t been jaded, hadn’t been scarred, hadn’t been in such a damaged place when you finally said, “I want you.”