And Just Like That, There it Goes...

Whoosh... that blur flying by was the future you've been envisioning for the last year, completely subsumed by the one you'd been planning on for much longer.

That lump in your throat and the aching in your gut is knowing you'll never see what those little faces will look like, because they will never come to be.

Those tears in your eyes are the frustration of knowing you have to start all over again with a stranger someday, even though you don't want to.

Serves you right for thinking you can get what you want.