You ever just... find something, you know? Like, tucked away in an old book, a postcard from… years ago. And suddenly you’re just standing there, holding this stupid little piece of cardstock, and you’re wondering what your life would be like if you'd said yes. If you’d moved to that coastal town with *him*. All those years spent making sure everyone else was alright, everyone else was cared for – and for what? To wonder if you'd be watching waves instead of the same damn four walls. FUCK. I mean, it’s not like it matters now. But still.