And today I was confronted by the realization that you will not be there to hold my hand.
I feel a little like an eight-year-old girl shuffling about her parent's bedroom in her mother's black, patent leather stiletto heels. And once wearing the shoes, she has to learn how to keep her balance.
It's daunting; like nothing else i've ever done... and I'm incredibly scared about getting it wrong. I can picture it now: me standing by my friend in the airport thinking, 'okay... what do i do now?'
And I think, that's why I need to go.
This is like nothing else i've done.
But there no way to learn how to balance in stiletto heels other than taking the time to walk around. Even if you have a few stumbles in the process.
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