I had dinner with an old friend at a gastropub famous for it's mussels. "Mussels for two" gets you a huge tub of mussels, with bread and a basket of fries.
"I don't like to think about bad things," she says to me, "because there's no point".
I remember the conversation; it's one we've had before.
"But if you ignore what is, how can you be real?" I ask. "And if you don't face something, how do you move forward?"
I think way back we began as very similar people, but somewhere along the way, made opposite decisions. Maybe one day we'll meet again, somewhere in the middle.
