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What I have with you
I once would have thought was love
Maybe it was
But it had to be as well
Because I was terrified to let go
I was terrified my world would be over if I let go
And it was...for a while
And then it wasn't again
And now here I am
Not wanting to but knowing I can let go...
When it's time

Author's Note

That sometimes sadness about an awareness that something though beautiful is temporary.