Dec 24, 2016
“But once in a while, we do face a choice. A real one. We may not be able to choose what happens to us, or where we’ll stop, but we point ourselves in a direction.” He squeezed her hand. “You pointed yourself towards me.”
“Well,” she said, smiling, “being near you generally is the safest place…”
He cupped her face with his hand, all callused and rough. Another adventure.
Merry Christmas, @allriannecetts, it’s been a great year working with and sporadically talking with you. Looking forward to another year.