Those truths never needed to cancel each other out.
The new cushion still doesn’t perfectly match my chair.
I think I prefer it that way.
Daniel never did replace the towel.
That’s all right.
Some things are worth writing off.
The important things—
my balcony,
my mornings,
and the life I carefully built in a building I still choose to call home—
those I kept.
That was always the point.
