“I don’t want you to give up everything for me. And more than that, I don’t want you to look back years from now and regret the choices you made today.‘
“Noah, love is about supporting each other’s dreams, not holding each other back.”
After breaking up with Noah, I submitted my resignation at work.
I decided to become a volunteer teacher.
The decision came to me on our way back from Hilltown, especially after seeing the children at the old town school–their bright, innocent smiles standing out against the worn–down classrooms.
I wanted to do something for them, even if it was just a small effort.
Somehow, Simon got wind of my breakup.
He was waiting outside my apartment building.
In just a few days, he had lost a noticeable amount of weight.
His usual cocky demeanor was gone, replaced by exhaustion.
Unshaven and disheveled, he looked nothing like the man he used to be.
The moment he saw me, he stepped forward.
“Even if we broke up, we’re still friends, aren’t we? Won’t you invite me up for a bit?”
There was no arrogance in his tone anymore.
Instead, there was a quiet solemnity about him.
I tucked my hands into my coat pockets. “Say what you need to say here.”
Simon lifted his right hand.
