Stories

I can't explain why I felt so compelled to tell you that story. It wasn't even on my mind until that topic came up… but once it did, I knew I had to tell you. Had to. At the time, I thought it was just because it was an important episode from my life, and I'm always hoping that you're as interested in my life as I am in yours.

And it would have been enough… more than enough… just that you made absolutely certain to hear it, even after being pulled away for a moment.

But the way it became relevant, later that same day… To the point of almost being ridiculous, like the universe was playing games…

I've said before that I'm not a big believer in fate, but these things just… they just keep happening.

And they always center around you.

It's making me question my entire worldview.

And has me wondering… why?

But, regardless of all of that… Never minding whether fate's a real thing or if I'm just putting things together in a way that pleases me…

The image of you, later that evening, looking at me over your shoulder as we walked through the woods, and thanking me for telling you my story… for how it made you feel better about what had happened that day…

That one's sticking with me. That memory's a keeper.

I don't think I could forget it if I tried.