Happier- Marshmello ft Bastille

I’ve been reading a couple second chance tropes and it always makes me think of J. I remember around the first time I flew out to meet him…I think it was after the first day I was there. That he was just… my person. The person who understood me. Who saw me. I remember thinking that I could make a choice to step back and just wait…or go forward with the crazy attraction. I just knew that I wouldn’t last. I can say now that it was because we were too young, and didn’t understand. We both had some growing up to do. But I remember deciding that I would take whatever time we had and just hold on. That it would be good enough.

I wonder what would have happened if I had chosen the other path?