There's a boy learning to ride his bike outside my window. His father's urging faster, faster, and promising he won't fall. The training wheels are off. We're on two wheels now. Two wheels. Two feet. But that doesn't mean we have to stand alone.
I'm taking my road test in two weeks time. I'm leaving for college in six.
I don't have to stand alone.
I'm keeping a catalog of things that matter- like who stood beside me in the rain, like who held my hand as it thundered, like who has let me push them away. And who hasn't.
I'm standing outside under raindrops. I'm letting the current sweep me away. I'm leaning into your embrace a little more surely. My smile's growing a little stronger. Maybe this time will be different. Maybe this time I can allow myself to feel.
Trust.
The storm is raging. I succumb.
