What caught me off-guard was how I did not feel like crying, it only came. At some moment everything she said was making sense, and I was not afraid anymore. She was fighting for us all along. We would have to learn how to be apart. We would find ourselves, first, before each other.
As she drove off with her friend, she left me with a sense of youthful naiveté; I was renewed and unsure of what these days would do to me. I turned on the music to a newfound energy. I was setting out, but where to go? and how to get there?
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