When I went back to Iowa in mid-July of 2013 to move my belongings back to New York, I saw Travis for about 20 minutes. I started crying as soon as I saw him, and couldn’t stop the entire time I was at the house with him. Not sobbing, overwhelming tears – just a constant stream of tears down my face. We sat down and he looked into my eyes and said, “your eyes look the brightest and clearest I think I’ve ever seen them”.
Somehow he could see that underneath all of those tears and the pain that I was going through, that I was finally beginning to heal from the years of anguish that I put myself through and become my authentic self.