dignified silence (pt3)

Oxytocin is a scary, scary thing. What if, what if, what if, what if? Well, what if? That’s a very good question. I’m afraid that I don’t want to answer it, though. Because it didn’t. Because that’s not what happened. Because I can’t change any of it, and maybe, just maybe, that’s not such a bad thing. Maybe everything fell into place exactly as it should have. Maybe, God ruins our plans so that our plans don’t ruin us.