A World Cup Without You
There was no anger and no heartbreak, just the quiet relief of something finally settling into place.
I opened the chat with Nola and typed two words: [Perfect match.]
Then, I held down the power button and turned my phone off completely. I pulled out the SIM card I had been using for years and dropped it into the trash.
The boarding announcement echoed through the terminal speakers. I stood, took hold of my suitcase, and walked toward the security checkpoint. Outside, the world was loud with celebration, and in here, there was only the stillness of leaving alone.
However, that was alright. From now on, my world belonged to no one but me.