She is not happy.
Brother and her came back from Colombia not too long ago.
We talked.
I could see it in her face.
She wanted to tell me something.
She did.
She's been thinking of moving back to Colombia.
For a little while.
By herself.
I don't know how to take the news.
I mean, I understand.
I understand.
I understand her.
She needs it.
She needs to figure out her life.
Be independent.
I just don't know what I will do.
I can't live here without her.
I cannot.
She needs it.
I love her.