If there's any hope she's holding, that's where it lays. Neither of them are supposed to be here and certainly they shouldn't be here together, but he's kissing her. And there are a hundred things she still doesn't understand-- maybe can't, not without living through them, if she gets the chance. But it doesn't matter.

She loves him in 1997, and now; and maybe she was a fool not to say it back then. Maybe she'll get the chance. But if she doesn't, she thinks, insistently tangling their legs, running her hand along his side, then he should at least know it now.