october, xxix.

I haven’t seen him since our shared birthday party in April. Our third since we’ve known each other. Glasses of Malbec seemed to be coming and going and before I knew it the conversation took on a life of its own. Free flow of thoughts that I sometimes didn’t understand myself. He never stopped leaning in and listening and it felt like there was a thread of something to hang onto. I realised that without my tribe I wouldn’t be where I am. From Berlin to Prague. I have outgrown my own feelings and for once I could see clearly. Afternoon turned into midnight. There is still Rome, and it wasn’t built in a day. There is still a lot to be learned from disappearances of people we thought would always be there. Where would I be otherwise?