It felt really good telling someone my story though. My history, my past. How I got here. How I fucked up, how I gave everything I had to somebody and never asked for anything in return. I’ve had that story bottled up for so long. I feel like so much weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I don’t know. She’s the only person I’ve shared my story with, in person. I’m surprised I didn’t cry, I caught myself before letting her see it. Even if it was only a few hours ago before she had to leave, this really is a memory I’m going to hold onto. I love you, Val. Thank you for being there.