When I think about it carefully, I realize, the day Titus came into my life he erected a huge crossroad. I had a choice to make then which altered my course of life, and perhaps the people around me, drastically.
I chose him over S. Or at least, I thought I'd chosen a meaningless fling over a well-worn broken heart (apparently so did he), but somehow it all changed.
Social psychology suggests maybe we both gave up so much simply for the idea of being with each other that we value what we have a lot more than we had intended. I'm not sure how this matters, but I think it means I'm studying too hard.
