Archived edition: A Little Too Late

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Greg Brandon is just a friend.

I’m too young for him. I’m too inexperienced. Which is really too bad.

When I get to New York City, the only thing I control is my list. Not my father’s death or the loss of my home. Not the hole in my heart or the defective valve that’s dictated so much of my life. But I can do is put pen to paper and make a list of all the ways I can live out loud, just like Dad would have wanted.

See the city from the top of the Empire State Building: Check.

Eat hot dogs on the steps of The Met: Check.

Get a job at Wasted Words: Check.

But Greg wasn’t on my list. And just when I think I know where to put him, everything changes. 

List or no list, I realize I can’t control anything at all, not even my heart. 

Not the decisions it makes, and not the moment it stops.