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[kuangning]

So you run it over in your head, turn it over until the edges are worn smooth. You give over your time, and your care, and your heart's blood... and then you let go. Walk away. You set it down on the sand and turn your back, and when you look back again, the tide's taken it beyond your reach, and you wonder where it's gone.

Where they've gone.

You take what's broken, and you glue the pieces as best you can, driftwood splints, bone pins, a wish and a promise to hold edges together. And all the while, you wonder... when it will come time again to let go.

And then there comes a day, a night, an idea, a possibility, a chance to be more than you have ever been. And you decide... as much as you can decide such things... that you won't let go. Somewhere inside you, a voice whispers, this will not come again, and you believe it.

It will not come again. Because it never left. I never let go.

I will never let go.

Comments

[agentrayevyn.livejournal.com]

yes. thank you. those are the words i needed to hear.