I hate
that moment when Aaron and I split – each time it happens, and it
happens a lot. He storms off, or I walk out on him and I have a
split second where I feel I’ve lost my grip, I’m falling off the edge
of the world, I’m yelling, “Help!” and no one hears me. I’m alone.
But later, when you get a distance and you start to think it through,
it feels like it might not be so bad.

Author: Eden Maguire