Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda. It's So Easy In

There Were So Many People, So Much To Navigate, And As The Distance Fluctuated Between Us His Hand Kept Slipping, Down My Arm To My Wrist. And Maybe He Was Going To Let Go As People Pressed In On All Sides, But All I Could Think Was How When Nothing Made Sense And Hadn't For Ages, You Just Have To Grab Onto Anything You Feel Sure Of. So As I Felt His Fingers Loosening Around My Wrist, I Just Wrapped My Own Around Them, Right, And Held On

The Thing Is I'm A Great Believer In The Perfect Moment. They Don't Come Around That Often.

Maybe I'd Just Figured Out There Were Some Things You Were Better Off Not Knowing

Like It Takes So Little Not Only To Change Something, But To Make You Forget The Way It Once Was, As Well.

I'm Just Writing What I Know. I've Never Been Much Of A Reader Of Fantasy, And I Think You Write What You, Personally, Enjoy Reading.