I wanted to say so much. Yet I said so little. My tears flowed instead. I told myself I wouldn’t cry. Anymore. But I did.

‘Starting over? Again?’

‘How do you know?’

‘The tears must seem familiar to you. The first time is surprising.’

‘Fourth time around, it is reassuring. Reminds me I can still feel.’

‘That feeling leaves. Eventually, you have to deal with the change.’

She was just a stranger. A kind one who shared her learnt wisdom.

‘It has been learnt and now engrained in my memory too.’

Soon, that would be a memory too.