Tear You Apart: The Author's Cut

You never know how thirsty you are until someone offers you something to drink.

I'm on a train.

I don't know at which stop I got on or where I'll get off; I only know the train is going, going fast and the world outside becomes a blur. The trees and sky mesh and meld and become something else. I'm on a train and I should get off, but I don't.

"Here," the universe says, "here is a chance for you to not simply be 'fine' or 'all right' or 'resigned.' Here is a chance for you to be satisfied and content and maybe even on occasion deliriously, amazingly, exuberantly happy and full of joy. For you to have everything you didn't know you needed but you always felt was missing."

His name is Will.

He is not the man I'm married to.

But he is the man I want.