DJ
I fought myself. My thoughts. My hands.
Determined to stay resigned; resolved to that being the end.
An impossible task, knowing that as much as we had tried in our brief time, I had only scratched the surface of what it could actually be. What I imagined we could have as I let our lives play out in the hours I held her. It was the first time in a long time I had let myself indulge in pure fantasy.
Daydreams pushed aside the fact that we lived in different states. That I had a company demanding damn near constant attention to get off the ground. Not to mention I would likely be in and out of court for the next few months.
I fast-tracked the whole process—getting her to move in with me, our kids getting along swimmingly, and how we would spend our nights and weekends. It was pure
