22 months later
“Have a safe flight, girl,” Rob said, embracing me tightly, “See you soon,”
“Thanks, Rob,” I mumbled back, hugging and rubbing his back tight, “One year down, one more year to go. Such a great journey with you. Yes! Soon in a while,” I added, fighting back my tears.
I managed to finish a year of my associate's degree in cinematography with Rob in London, and I looked forward to completing another year with him again. My dreams were slowly coming true. It was only a short course, but I planned to aim for more—just one step at a time.
Rob broke the hug and held my cheeks, “Though I’m gutted because I am going to miss my roommate, I’m happy we are on this journey together, and I know you are happier once you see your love ones, especially that little moppet of yours,” h
