“I don’t know who made you feel that way, but I don’t see you like that. I just see Josefine.” I take one step closer; my arms hang limply at my sides, but they feel anything but that. They feel heavy, and I’m desperate to reach out and hold her. “I still don’t know you as much as I’d like, but like I told you that night on the cliff, I want to get to know you. I want you to let me in and when you’re ready, I’ll be here. And if there’s ever anything you want to talk about, like your mom, I’ll be here too.”
