And I began to let him go. Hour by hour. Days into months. It was a physical sensation, like letting out the string of a kite. Except that string was coming from my center. Yes the struggle to let you go Wil.
"I’m lonely. And I’m lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be this lonely because it seems catastrophic.