When I got home, I could not believe we had a conversation again, a proper one this time. On the other hand, as I saw the days count down to the end of the year, it didn't feel like this changed anything.

And what I saw of his path was only a tiny part of the whole. There was so much more that I still had not seen.

I was still looking at him every day, even though I did not know why anymore, I just had to do it because otherwise I would feel like a part of me would be missing, and all that I knew was that I wanted to go down his path so bad, but I just couldn't do so.

Months went by in what felt like weeks, as my awareness for time would slowly fade away.