Thursday, 10 December 2015

When It Happens

When it finally happens you feel as though you’ve put down a heavy backpack after the longest hike of your life. You float. You want to cry and thank the man who did it – although he’s aghast. You want to put your hand on his shoulder and say, no, look, it’s okay. This was a long time coming and it’s exactly what I needed. But you can’t, of course. And it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. You sit down on the kerb and look at the sky, and breathe out long and slow. Relief.

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