As we flew across time and space, I asked my guardian angel a question I was sure it was prepared for.
"So was she the one?"
"Who?"
I wasn't quite expecting that.
"The girl, in that club, on my 24th birthday. The one who danced up to me and tried to pull me out on the dancefloor. Was she the one?"
"That depends."
"Depends? What?"
"You could have had a fulfilling life together, maybe, but only if you both worked at it."
"I thought you said this was about my life?"
"It is. Your life isn't just your happiness, though."
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