I always have a goal, even if I keep it to myself. It allows me to keep pushing myself.

I don't know," I said. "Maybe you're right, and all that stuff I think I missed is overrated. Why should I even bother? What's the point really?" He thought for a moment. "Who says there has to be a point?" he asked. "Or a reason. Maybe it's just something you have to do." He moved down to start bagging while I just stood there, letting this sink in. Just something you have to do. No excuse or rationale necessary. I kind of like that.

If nothing else, now we knew where to find each other, even if only time would tell if either of us would ever come looking.

Now I felt like I was drifting, sucked down by an undertow, and too far out to swim back to the shore.

As if it didnt matter what was on, but instead how hard i was listening.

I would have thought this would make me feel better.. getting to be the one to leave and not the one left behind. But it didn't. Not at all.

It took a lot of work to be perfect.