My future.
I occasionally thought about Daniel.
Without anger.
Without regret.
Without longing.
He had made his choices.
I had made mine.
And that was enough.
At JFK Airport, I thought I was watching my future disappear through a security checkpoint.
I was wrong.
The future wasn’t walking away from me.
It had been waiting patiently for me all along.
Waiting for me to stop staring at someone else’s departure and finally start walking toward my own life.
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