I keep thinking back to that night when we crossed the portal under a full moon.

I remember walking back to my apartment after fencing alone in the rain, feeling angry at you for choosing to walk a separate path to get back home. I was fully aware that we were heading to the same place, but I was still mad because I wanted you to always choose to be by my side. I remember feeling a brief moment of anger towards your tendency to do things solo.

When I reached the portal again, I remember thinking that I should cross it, just out of anger. But that's when I had a moment of clarity. That I was okay with you being the way that you are. That I could accept your shenanigans because it's what makes you who you are. And that I didn't want to live in a world where you didn't exist.

Those were some steep commitments, but I don't think I would ever change them.