It’s not easy to let go. I pride myself in saying, “She never leaves me.”
She hasn’t tried ever.
At least not yet.
I don’t think she’ll ever want to leave.
But then, her eyes drifted. It was unnerving. Simple, like a tide in the ocean.
Ever so slowly, softly and gently.
Her gaze moved.
And I am worried she won’t want to stay here for much longer.
And I need her.
I can’t let her go just yet.