I thought I knew exactly what I wanted to do. It was all that could keep my thoughts occupied the entire ride back home. Back then and here now, it was still prospect muddled deep in the trenches of the implausible.
The way I asked, sought, and urged… for her, for dad. And for every vain attempt again, it was as if the entire universe doubled down on its effort to keep my answers at bay, to keep them at bay.
So to imagine how easy it was for her to just defy the efforts of the universe on a whim - that she was here now, cupping my cheek with a hand just as she always had many times before.
It just got me wondering how any of this could have been so difficult in the first, why any of this was a long time coming… when it really shouldn't have been.
I just wanted to know, man…
"Where were you?"