I don’t hear much from Eriko these days. I’m surprised sometimes, especially when I recall the moments in which I was overbearing and couldn’t help talking to her. Not that she always responded, which was an obvious sign that I needed to learn to give her room. That is the learning process I go through now. I haven’t heard her voice since March but I don’t want to call her. Everytime I call her my dad asks me if she has called me yet. I don’t like to answer no. As my confidence, strength, and attention in myself grow, I am more and more comfortable with our silence. But I still lay awake at night or stay in bed in the morning, at times, struggling with her absence – and confronted with the reality of self, lonely self. Life is fun, but challenging.