You told me you wanted to go to university.
You asked me to come with you. The enthusiasm in your voice reminded me of that time all those years ago, when you told me you wanted to build a treehouse.
Unfortunately, university had never been a part of my plan. I was content with life in our little village, content with helping out at my mother's bakery, going about day to day life following the same, comforting routine I always followed.
But I didn't want to hold you back. I didn't want to be responsible for you not living your life the way you wanted to.
So I encouraged you to go.
Go to university.
Go and learn.
Go and live your life.
You held me close, said you didn't want to leave without me. I told you that I loved you.
And I told you to go.
