"This is it! You made it! You did it! We did it" you announce as you pull me into a bone crushing hug. We were on Broadway itself, as I stared at the entrance to the theater I'd soon be performing at. I guess it never hit me until you had knocked the wind out of me with your arms wrapped around me.
I remember opening night, when you sat in the row that came into my view when I looked straight ahead. Hundreds of people were in that theater, but you were the only one that mattered.

I had to quit soon after the theater lost its liveliness. Without you there, it was much too empty. I couldn't do it without you, always there for comfort and encouragement. When you weren't there, I didn't feel safe.

I suppose it was time to go, though. It was my life, and I had lived it.

Performing, I mean. Not you. I'll never let go of you. Of us.