Ten years ago today I never thought, never expected, never
once imagined, that I’d be able to look forward instead of backward in
time. Ten years ago today, this evening
to be more precise, my world was torn apart.
It had begun long before that moment, but the final strand snapped that
night. In the years since, I've spent
every 20th and 28th of May pondering how it could have
all gone so wrong and wondering despite everything I know, if I could have done
something, anything to change the end result, and knowing nothing I did or said
would have changed anything at all.
