if we’re wrong one last time, like, believe me, i’ll be right there with you, prepared to hate them forever, but while things still don’t add up, while nothing still makes sense, i’ll keep going. if you aren’t here with me, and you gotta protect yourself right now, and if the only way you can do it is through your grief, i understand, and i love you, and i hope we can still be each other’s strength in the week ahead of us
Johannesburg, Elsa Bleda
