Excerpts From Stories I'll Never Write

Five Years From Now - Excerpt

Five years from now, we're going to cross paths again.

I'm going to ask you how you're doing, you'll do the same to me in response, and we'll both say that we've been good.

Then you'll proceed to tell me about how you're married to an amazing woman, and about how you've started a family, and how you built a brand new house, and when you say all this, I'll start choking up.

Not because I'm sad that you're happy. My gosh, I only want you to be happy!

I'll start choking up because I always imagined you running into someone else five years from now, and when they ask about a wife, you would've told them about me.