I wanted to say so much. Yet I said so little. My tears flowed instead. I told myself I wouldn’t cry. Anymore. But I did.
‘Starting over? Again?’
‘How do you know?’
‘The tears must seem familiar to you. The first time is surprising.’
‘Fourth time around, it is reassuring. Reminds me I can still feel.’
‘That feeling leaves. Eventually, you have to deal with the change.’
She was just a stranger. A kind one who shared her learnt wisdom.
‘It has been learnt and now engrained in my memory too.’
Soon, that would be a memory too.