On the Way to You

by Kandi Steiner

“And I don’t know, I just… I just feel stupid. I feel like a stupid little girl with stupid little dreams and a stupid little belief that life will turn out to be everything I’ve ever wanted it to be, because it sure as hell hasn’t been even anything remotely close up until this point.”

“You’re brave. And you’re living. That’s more than most people can say.”

There was a war raging inside that head of his tonight, and only he could see it. Only he could fight. But only if he wanted to.

I felt everything I had been up until that moment, and somehow, I felt everything I would become after. It seemed like that was a turning point for me — before and after the Grand Canyon.

I had that exact same feeling the first time I saw the Grand Canyon

He felt like mine, that lost boy, but he wasn’t — we only had the days we shared the road together, the days we traveled on the same journey with the same destination in mind.

It isn’t death that’s scary. It’s living without actually living at all, breathing without purpose, existing without essence.

It was real. It was painful. It was healing. And most of all, it was ours.