a person would imagine that at some point the leaving would feel less severe. that the ache of being separated would ease, and the body would remember how good it feels to come back, and how soon that time seems to arrive. and simultaneously remember how sometimes being back hurts worse than the leaving.
a person would imagine "if everything is measured by the hole it leaves behind," as the song says, that the hole would eat up life at some point and overtake the soul. or maybe that's just how the leaving feels at it's core.
maybe the leaving is, at it's best, a reminder of how deep love can permeate. and at it's worst, a situation that can trick and keep one complacent and stagnant in fear of loss or missed experiences.
whatever it is, rest assured that the leaving will rend me in two more viciously and violently this time than ever before. it's nothing we've done wrong. nothing i could have prepared for. it's something we've done right. incredibly, painfully, beautifully, right.
thank you for making the leaving so dreadfully perfect. and so necessary. you know who you are.
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