I thought that as we lived on there would be a time we’d meet again, I practiced, prepared. I thought about what I would say, the moment I saw her. I had fallen and Instead of getting up, I lived a rather quiet life, never looking up, waiting, knowing for the rest of my life I’d be waiting forever her to fall. That if I lived quietly, alone, that it would be fine. That with the ground under me, I’d never have to think for anyone but myself.
-Justin Ryan Kim, The ground underneath my feet