Time to grow up, Mela. It's about time, don't you think? They say there is no definite place or hour or season. That it just happens when it has to. But I might have had that rare chance to sense it: that exact circumstance, moment, setting, when it hit me.
You were there. She was there. I was there. And I saw the notch on the timeline, clear as day. I'm sorry it had to be today. I guess it has to be today.
