Thinking of our daily companionship, the reluctant hug, the patient reminder, the delicate love, the familiar smell of leaning on you and the expired vows. You said you would not leave, but I understand that promises only count when we love. Maybe the time is not right, maybe I am wrong, but if my leaving makes you happier, then I will let you go because I know the end of love is letting go.
Intention: longing
