It started out fine, more than fine, wonderful. I worked at a book café, anyone can tell he's smart. He was reading Those Who Walk Away From Omelas. He was so into it, reading for hours on end until he finished. I waited behind to lock up so he could finish, just to get to talk to him once. Even if it's the only time. I did, we talked about books we like. Everything and nothing all at once like a romance novel.
This isn't a love song, this isn't a romance book or movie. No, this is the story of him and I, before he left to live his dream he longed for. I didn't stop him from walking out that door as I smiled and cried, knowing he'll be happy.