I felt something more complicated and more adult: a wariness with a door left open in it.

I was willing to go.

I was willing to see what a year had actually changed.

A year is long enough to tell the difference between people who have changed and people who are simply waiting for you to forget, and I had stopped being willing to confuse the two, which meant I could afford to be curious instead of afraid.

I was no longer willing to pay for the privilege of finding out.