525,600 minutes in a year, right? It takes, what, a minute, for most decisions to be made? It took me less than a minute to know I was going to Kansas. To know Quasi was my dog. To realize that despite her insanity, in one minute, I knew I was glad I was near Jacy again. A minute to fall for a good ol' boy...and a minute to bring that all crashing down about my ears. A minute to book a plane ticket for a visit from a friend-two minutes for two visits, three minutes for three. A minute to burn a bridge. A minute to lose something that would have meant the world to me, something I wasn't ready for, something that would have prevented me from teaching here...kept me from being able to adopt the ugly little Lorax currently sleeping at my feet...to live near Jace and get to know her, to fall for that good ol' boy. I never would have built some of my bridges, and I never would have burned them. But I'd give anything to have that minute of loss back, so i could change it. Take it back.
God, hold them on your lap and tell them about me, won't you?
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