It was then. That I fucking knew how much I really understood her. How much I related to the loneliness in her eyes. I felt closer to her in a way that I couldn’t articulate. It wasn’t physical. Or mental. It was spiritual, something I couldn’t shake. I nodded a couple times, and she practically radiated. As though she felt the air shift, brighter and lighter. I felt it too. And I fucking thought, thank God. Thank God the sun will rise again.
