“Just that maybe … maybe you don’t want to change the story, because you don’t know what a different ending holds.”

“Maybe nothing will ever change for us,” he said. “But don’t you want to be around just in case it does?”

“Maybe all friendships don’t fizzle. Maybe, like the kaleidoscope, the colors just change.”

“Maybe this is just me, because my priorities have changed as I’ve gotten older. But now I don’t want to be ‘sort of dating’ someone. I don’t want to be ‘kinda hanging out’ with someone. I don’t want to spend a lot of energy suppressing all my feelings so I appear uninvolved. I want to be involved.”

“I love you,” he said. He almost yelled it. “And I know that sounds crazy. That’s what you say at the beginning of something, not when it’s almost reached its end. But – I don’t care. I just want to be with you. Maybe it’ll only be for these next few weeks. Maybe it’ll be forever. We can’t know what’ll happen, Anna. All I know is I love you and…we should be together. We just have to be together. We need to be together.”

“I don’t think I heard the same ending you did. Maybe you should tell it again.”