This moment in the Scott Pilgrim novel/movie mirrored a moment from my past. She too made me the Sleepytime tea. I had never seen an opportunity present itself like that before. I had also never watched a moment pass like that before. I stared at that moment – paralyzed. I couldn’t tell you what I was paralyzed with though. It wasn’t fear. Could have been happiness now that I think about it.
History repeats itself, life is cyclical, and I was given a chance to right my wrongs. Feels good, man.