Regardless of those who expected it and those who did not, we held on until the Fall. And we had built between us a certain something that was thriving and alive, in contrast with the season of withering away. And maybe that was a sort of metaphor for what we would be in the future. That we would be always standing upright, regardless of circumstances that surrounded.
We didn’t give any of this a thought at the time, of course. We were preoccupied. With kisses and movie dates and all things falling in love.