I’m gonna find her. I’m convinced I will. Because I won’t stop until I do. The power of this certainty holds me upright, ready for whatever needs to happen. Confidence is a weapon I’ve had to wield most of my life, but usually that went hand-in-hand with self-preservation. Now, not so much. What I’m doing is self-destructive. Damning. Pretty sure I’m either gonna walk away with her, or I’m not walking away at all.
