How does one explain the moving on … explain that it isn’t remotely about wanting to leave … that there are no greener pastures?
How do you explain that your heart is screaming to stay – to love one more day, to break one more time?
How do you explain that without this abiding passion your life takes on the terrain of a barren desert?
How do you explain the terror of waking alone in a bed meant for entwined bodies?
How do you explain that even with the leaving, the loving remains?
How do you begin to explain that without the leaving you lose yourself?