Sometime, December 2004. I'm at Oyster Catcher with friends, and this english girl with an afrikaans name is sitting across from me. I've met her only twice before. She asks if it's true that I'm going to the UK to be with my boyfriend. I say yes. She says, "me too".
Today, I go with Laurika to Heathrow, to see Evan off. They haven't been together very long, but she's already hurting and is about to have her heart crushed when he gets on a plane and flies away.
He's moving to Kenya, she's staying here. They're not breaking up.
I have no right to judge anyone on their relationship decisions, especially long distance decisions. But I'm worried for her. I don't know if she's doing the right thing.
But if I think about it, when I first went to Rhodes, I was full of confidence for my capacity to long-distance it. And the last thing I wanted to hear was how wrong I was. Even if I was wrong. So I'll support her. And maybe I'll have to support her when they break up, eventually. Maybe not.
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