Wringing my hands, I search for Kylian in the small crowd, desperate to connect with him now in case he shuts down before it’s all over. I’ve promised myself that I’ll give him time, space, distance… whatever he needs to process all this. Even if it hurts me. Even if it affects our relationship. Even if it all ends because of this. He deserves that much. And I hope, more than anything, that he understands that it was real. What we shared. How he made me feel. If everything changes tonight, I want him to know that he was worth it. And that I would do it all again if given the chance. He’s been
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