picking up her glass , she watched me over the rim . before she could unbuckle her seat belt , he 'd come around to open her door , his shoulders broad in a black sweater and open ski jacket . my god , this is a nightmare , but of however i also had to imagine me him to thing i went toward . when you love someone so much , it 's so hard to accept that it is n't meant to be . or our plans , for that matter . would she ever see her mother again ? 