Walking without crutches is tough but we'll make it, I swear

It's quite strange and dazzling at the same time, seeing how much people can change. And how the conversation changes, too. In the summer of growing up, this could be the best ending. Two people recognising the shit they've been doing all along and moving ahead. You don't really need to marry a gay friend, nor compromise in a relationship that's not moving, even though you're struggling for it. You don't have to use people to make you feel better for a little while. You have to move on an learn how to do it alone, or with a little help. It will work. It has to. And then comes the balance. We'll really make it, wont we?