Every past misconception, every minute trace of feeling for people.
I'm not exactly sure about why I became hung up on particular beings, but it feels ridiculous to keep lingering.
What am I confident about?
That she will not be found in Chicago. My gut feeling is that I'm going to be somewhere outside the U.S., overlooking a quiet, serene body of water. And then when I turn right, there will be somebody else staring into the vast emptiness. She will be the one.
