Cynthia Erivo
👤 SpeakerAppearances Over Time
Podcast Appearances
I don't know his parents' names.
I don't know where he lives.
I don't have his phone number.
Suffice it to say, I really don't know much about him at all.
I was 16 when he left me alone in a London underground station after an argument about a transit pass.
When he told me he didn't want to be in our lives anymore, I stood there in shock.
The first step felt like running into a brick wall, pain.
My emotions opened like floodgates.
I cried so hard I could barely breathe, could barely see.
It was only when I ended up on the wrong train platform that I realised that I had been walking in the wrong direction.
Just as I made my way to the right platform, there he was.
He was in front of me, walking straight in my direction.
Maybe he was going to apologise.
Maybe this argument would just disappear.
Before my cascading scenarios could solidify into hope, he passed right beside me.
He made no eye contact, said nothing.