When they said I could go back to her, I didn’t hesitate.
I had had a great love. Something most people can only imagine, or read books about. If Juliet was the sun, Sylvia was the supernova. She made me laugh. She challenged my ideas, respected my ideals. And she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
What I didn’t stop to listen for, were the conditions. I couldn’t go back as me—as Daniel—I had to be reborn.