She sat across from me with a worried frown on her face.
I haven’t seen her for nearly three weeks. I had so much to tell her and so little I could remember.
She asked me, do you have any regrets? Surely a huge part of me wanted to say no, but the honest truth was that there were many snips of memories that I had wished never happened.
I see myself running down the same path. The ugly pebbled, ragged path.