How Every Mile Matters and to Forgive Yourself
How Every Mile Matters and to Forgive Yourself Miles. A distance we travel. Sitting across from her, with her long dark hair hiding her ears, she shared the distance she had traveled. It began with a restless heart. The hands which sought something else, anything else, the wrong-else, gripped the coffee mug. I sat in the booth across the table and looked at this girl. Bread laid untouched in a plastic clear bowl. I din’t even sip my lemonade. Her…