Some part of me knew he would show up, that if I stood in one place long enough he would find me, like you’re taught to do when you’re lost. But they never taught us what to do if both of you are lost, and you both end up in the same place, waiting.

And isn't it a bad thing to be deceived about the truth, and a good thing to know what the truth is? For I assume that by knowing the truth you mean knowing things as they really are.

My stomach hurts, but if it's guilt or impacted stool, I can't tell. Either way, I'm so full of shit.

"Dicen que todo es posible. Yo digo que es posible - pero solo cuando estamos preparados para ello"

Written By Dr Ana García PhD DTM

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