She kissed my forehead, freed herself from my grip, and started to walk away.
“No. Not again. I cannot. How can I let you walk away?”
After all this, after all the pains, fights, bruises, crusades – how can I just let you walk away?
But she kept walking – her shadow was slowly becoming one with her self.
Should I really set her free, and free myself too of the fear – the fear of missing her, forever?
Is that what my love for her is leaving me with?
Coming in February 2014 to a bookstore near you.