This isn’t the first time I’ve had to say goodbye to Catia. Which, by the way, is the one thing I refuse to say to her. Ever. Because she’s my fucking Hawkeye Pierce.
Catia and I are war buddies. We’ve seen each other through an unimaginable amount of catastrophe and muck and shitty times and stupid decisions at weird hours. Through a lot of “I don’t wannas” and “fuck its.” Through relationships that made no sense and being broke and feeling broken.
But nothing can break this chick. She’s a slugger. I’ve seen Catia come to the other side of more emotional upheaval than pretty much anyone. We all have—I think she knows everyone.