You take a risk, you give it a try. Between the stark moments and the nondescript days in between, you know where everything that has taken place will lead you. Like the penultimate day of the Holy Week, you know you're just one step closer to the crescendo, the proverbial revelation.
In the whirlwind of denials and confusion, loud heartbeats and stolen glances, push and pull, nervous laughters and genuine tears, you let go of the rein and allow yourself to swept by the current. Like the penultimate day of the Holy Week, you are so close to the end, so close to a new beginning. You got this, kid.
Or maybe you don't.
But it doesn't matter. Maybe you don't know all the answers to the questions. The what's nexts, the what ifs. But like Black Saturday, you give way to Easter Sunday, with joy, with hope. With a hand firmly clasped with another, and a promise to not let go. And whereas previously you were full of doubts, you now cast your eyes forward. Towards a new week. Towards a new period of your life. This time, together.
So where could taking a risk and a Saturday lead you? Far, it seems.
