I don't think about this often, but when I do, I'm struck again about the enormity of it - how the two of us share something that I will think about for the rest of my life. You were there. You held my hand as we sat side by side on the long bus ride, and when they called my name. You were there when it was over too, and told me that it would be okay. But you were probably just as terrified as I was.
We don't know each other anymore. I don't remember your phone number, your birthday, or what your voice sounds like even. I don't know what makes you tick, what you like reading in bed when you can't sleep, or what brand of coffee gets you up in the morning fastest. But we do share this, and it'll be the only thing that will ever connect us.
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