there comes a time when one must choose to stay. if you want life to grow and deepen, to be planted in the garden that is your life.

i can see it unfolding before me, a life that is sweet in its simplicity and beauty.

i've let it go. it still

makes me scared that it will runaway and never

come back. though i know 

that's impossible. we

exist now side-by-side.

occasionally holding hands,

mostly just moving together

/apart/separate/same.