You leave today for six weeks.
You're afraid to fly, and you're clutching the beads I gave you (to keep you safe) right now.
I feel your hands on my heart.
It's a nice feeling for once.
People tell me I shouldn't wait for you.
People tell me I should wait for you.
People tell me to stop worrying.
People tell me to worry all the time because things happen so easily.
My heart tells me to trust that whatever happens, is meant to happen.
So, here's to trust.
Here's to distance.
Here's to the safety and vulnerability in falling completely.
I'll miss you.
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